Couples Seeking Teens #06
2011·26 min·98% liked·12.4K Views
Lana walked through the front door and felt his eyes on her the second she stepped inside. She wore a thin black dress, cut low in the back, the fabric barely skimming the tops of her thighs. Nothing underneath except skin. Her professor watched every step as she crossed the living room, heels soft on the hardwood.
He poured wine and handed her a glass. She drank too fast. The alcohol made her bolder. Dinner sat untouched, steam rising from plates they never touched. She leaned across the table to set down her glass and the neckline of her dress dipped forward. His eyes followed the pale curve of her breast, the small dark nipple tightening in the cool air.
When he stood and moved behind her chair, she stayed still. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her neck and pulled it down slowly, all the way to the base of her spine. The dress slid from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She kicked it aside. Naked now, she pressed her palms flat on the table and pushed her hips back toward him.
He dragged two fingers through the wet heat between her legs, testing how ready she already was. She made a small sound in her throat when he slid those fingers inside her, slow and deep. Her thighs trembled. He worked his hand in a steady rhythm until she pushed back against him, asking for more with her body.
He opened his belt, freed himself, and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. One thrust and he was inside her to the hilt, the sudden stretch making her gasp and grip the edge of the table. He held her hips and fucked her hard enough that the table legs scraped the floor. Each stroke drove the breath from her lungs. She reached one hand between her legs, rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded into her from behind.
When she came, her cunt clenched around him in tight pulses. He groaned low in his chest and followed right after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her. Afterward he stayed there, still hard, still buried, while her legs shook and the wine glasses trembled on the table.
Directors:Bobby Manila














