Field of Schemes #08

Tori stood frozen in the doorway. Ariella's mouth wasn't just shaping French consonants against Lux's neck. The Belgian tutor had Lux bent over the desk, one hand buried between her spread thighs, fingers working in a steady rhythm while she whispered filth in that low accent that made everything sound expensive. Lux moaned into her forearm, trying to stay quiet, but the wet sounds filled the room. Ariella looked up. Caught. She didn't flinch. Instead she smiled, pulled her fingers free, and turned Lux around to face their witness. Then she crossed the room, took Tori's wrist, and guided her inside, locking the door behind them. "You like to watch," Ariella said, pressing Tori back against the wall. Her hand still glistened. "Now you get to participate." Lux stepped closer, blouse open, lips swollen. Ariella positioned Tori in front of the desk and told Lux to drop to her knees. Lux obeyed without hesitation. She peeled Tori's jeans down, slid two fingers inside her the same way Ariella had been fucking her moments ago, and started to lick. Ariella moved behind Lux, pulled the girl's ass up, and slid back into her. The angle made Lux's tongue push harder, deeper. Each thrust from Ariella drove Lux's mouth harder against Tori. Ariella set the pace, slow, deliberate, a steady fuck that forced Lux to take both of them at once. Tori's hands found the edge of the desk. She came first, biting her lip hard, thighs shaking. Ariella watched her face while she kept working her fingers inside Lux, pushing her own orgasm out of her with three short, deep strokes that made Lux sob against Tori's cunt. Afterwards Ariella didn't let either of them move. She kept them there, Lux still kneeling, Tori still leaning, breathing hard, wet. The Belgian smiled, collected her coat, and left them to sort out whatever lesson came next.