SCHOOLED!: Teacher's Private Time

Becky never gets a moment alone. Today she blew through the grading, left the stacks of paper sitting there. One quick check of the empty classroom and her chair rolls back, legs open, fingers between her thighs chasing that quick, dirty kind of relief. Scarlett walked right in. No gasp, no retreat. Just heat flushing up her neck as she watched her teacher touch herself. Instead of bolting, she came closer, eyes locked on the wet gleam of Becky’s pussy. The air went thick fast, words getting filthy without a script. She teased, offered to help, said she could make it better. Becky shook her head at first, but her knees stayed open. One second of eye contact and the rest crumbled. Scarlett hit her knees like she’d been waiting for the cue, mouth already parting as she leaned in. Becky spread wider, nothing shy about it, grinding forward until Scarlett’s tongue slid in deep. Every slow drag pulled a rough breath out of her. More than that—looked like she’d be carving out time for this again real soon.