Sexercise with Sandy

Sandy came to Los Angeles for private lessons. Victoria Zdork taught the first one and her presence hit like bourbon—smooth, strong, impossible to ignore. Sandy lasted five minutes staring at the open book before the ache won. She pulled a porn magazine from her bag, spread her thighs under the desk, and ran two fingers over her soaked folds. Victoria paused mid-sentence, eyes on the motion between Sandy’s legs. A single breath later she was across the table, mouth on Sandy’s, tongue sliding past her lips. Books hit the floor. Clothes peeled away. They kissed hard, tasted, then lowered to the carpet. Victoria dragged her tongue along Sandy’s slit while Sandy moaned into the older woman’s cunt, hips rolling, chasing every flick and stroke until the lesson dissolved into sweat, heat, and the wet sound of skin meeting skin.