Gigi Sweets in The Perfect Student (Parts 1-2)

Gigi breezed into my office, waving the completed test. “Hey coach, all finished.” Luke glanced over the answers, then leaned back, sizing her up while she perched on his desk and peeled her blouse open. “Ever think about doing something else besides coaching?” she asked, slipping her skirt higher. “Civil engineer,” he answered, chalk already moving across the board. Behind him, she freed her heavy breasts, dark nipples tightening in the cool air. “We could skip the math,” she purred. “I’m married,” he warned. “She won’t hear a thing.” He turned, and the moment his tongue met her nipple she arched, urging him deeper. Clothes dropped fast—skirt, panties—until she sat spread on the edge of his desk, slick and wanting. He licked her until her thighs trembled, then drove into her, desk creaking with each thrust. Minutes later she flipped onto all fours and he took her from behind, pushing her against the wood. “So deep,” she gasped. Spent, he told her to dress, reminding her once more to stay quiet. Hours afterward, Gigi appeared at the door where Cory stood. “Hi, Mrs. Chase.” Her voice dripped mischief. Cory’s shirt rose; Gigi’s top slipped down; bare chests met in a hungry kiss. Cory’s tongue circled those perfect nipples, teeth grazing, tasting. Skirts pooled on the kitchen floor. Cory lifted herself onto the counter, spreading wide while Gigi’s mouth claimed her. Each slow lick made Cory writhe until the orgasm tore through her. They traded places without pause, Cory’s tongue now driving between Gigi’s folds, fingers rubbing hard at her own swollen clit until both women shuddered and came, thighs quivering against the cool marble.