Gym Teacher

Jill Kassidy shows up for her afternoon massage and freezes when she sees Edyn Blair standing there in a white tank top and black leggings. Her old gym teacher smiles like she just caught her favorite student cutting class again. The two women stare each other down for a second, then laugh, remembering locker rooms and stolen cigarettes behind the bleachers. Jill peels her clothes off slow. Edyn teases her. "Miss College Party Girl’s suddenly shy? I’ve seen the way you used to dance on tables, remember?" Jill mumbles something about growing up and lies on her stomach. Edyn oils her palms and starts low, squeezing and rubbing the firm swell of Jill’s glutes until they shine. Without warning she dips her head and drags her tongue once between Jill’s toes. Jill jerks, breathes sharp, but stays quiet when Edyn spreads her legs wider and starts kneading the tight band of muscle along her inner thigh. Every third stroke Edyn’s knuckles graze the wet seam between Jill’s lips. She doesn’t apologize; Jill doesn’t stop her. "Flip," Edyn orders. Jill rolls onto her back. Warm oil spills across her nipples; the teacher’s hands cup and press, rolling the soft flesh until the peaks stand dark. Fingers trail lower, oiling every fold, stretching skin around the tight little opening. Then Edyn’s mouth is there—tongue flat, hungry—pulling Jill’s clit between her lips. Jill’s hips buck, yet her body still answers to Edyn’s voice. The teacher pushes two fingers inside and curls them slow and deep until Jill’s thighs shake and she comes with a choked sound. Edyn strips fast. Red hair tumbles loose; heavy tits swing free as she climbs over Jill, scissoring their slick cunts together. The wet sound fills the room while Edyn grinds harder, faster, until she throws her head back and comes loud, smearing fresh cream across both pussies. She drops down, laps Jill clean, then straddles her face. Jill’s tongue finds the swollen clit again. Edyn rides her mouth until her whole body locks and she comes a second time, coating Jill’s chin. They kiss after, breasts pressed, skin hot. Jill shifts, sliding her own dripping slit along Edyn’s until she can sit square on the older woman’s cunt. Hips roll hard; Edyn’s big tits bounce with every thrust. They drive each other straight into another orgasm—raw, loud, messy—legs trembling, mouths open, bodies slick with oil and sweat.