Lory Lace in Anal Sex Teacher

Luke Longly barges into his step-son’s parent-teacher conference with Ms. Lory Lace, already pissed off. "I went through Max’s phone. You’re texting him nudes like some predator," he spits. Ms. Lace just smiles. Luke storms out to call the cops. The moment the door clicks, Max lunges. They kiss hard, tongues slick, then she drops to her knees and swallows him whole. The desk groans when she spins around and bends over. Max buries his face between her cheeks, tongue dragging slow and wet, before he straightens up and drives into her pussy. She flips onto her back, legs spread wide, heels hooked behind his shoulders. He keeps pounding. Luke sees the whole thing through the window, still on the line, stunned silent. Sergeant Cory Chase rolls up in uniform. Luke waves her toward the glass. One look and the sergeant bites her lip. Inside, Ms. Lace is riding Max when they burst through the door. Cory sizes them up. "Your son’s twenty-one," she shrugs. "He can fuck his teacher if he wants." Luke storms out, fuming. Cory doesn’t leave. She pulls Max’s cock from Ms. Lace’s mouth, wraps her own lips around it, then stands, pants shoved to her ankles, offering her bare pussy to the teacher’s tongue. Ms. Lace licks in hungry circles while Max slams into her from behind. They trade. Max takes the cop now, burying himself to the hilt, while the sergeant eats Ms. Lace on the desk. Cory guides Max’s shaft lower. The head nudges past the tight ring and sinks into Ms. Lace’s ass. Her moan is sharp. Luke steps back in. Cory doesn’t stop. She kisses him deep, yanks his belt free, and drops to her knees, sucking him hard while Max keeps railing Ms. Lace inches away. Luke fucks the cop first, then they swap; Luke taking Ms. Lace’s cunt while Max stretches the sergeant beside them. Max drops into the teacher’s chair. Cory sinks onto his cock facing away. Luke moves behind Ms. Lace and pushes back into her ass. Cory shifts forward, straddling Max with her pussy now. Luke follows, easing into the sergeant’s ass while Max stays buried inside her. She cries out, stuffed at both ends. They pivot to Ms. Lace next; the same double rhythm leaves her trembling. Max pulls free of the teacher, jerks himself, and paints her face and tongue in thick ropes. Luke keeps working the cop’s ass until he’s right on the edge. Both women kneel, mouths open, taking his load across tongues and cheeks. Cory wipes her chin, checks her watch. "Back to the station," she mutters, voice still shaky.