Wanna Fuck My Student? Gotta Fuck Me First! - Lolly Dames, Maya Woulfe & John Strong

John Strong hunched over papers when Maya Woulfe stepped inside, shutting the door with her hip. She said he made history feel like sin dressed as fact. John glanced up, throat tight. Then Maya tilted her head and asked who warmed his bed, because a teacher with hands like his shouldn’t sleep cold. Loneliness answered before he could. Maya’s tongue ran over her lower lip; she shoved his chair back, climbed onto the desk, skirt riding high. Stockings whispered against wood. He saw pale thighs, young and bare underneath, and told himself no while his fingers already traced where fabric should’ve been. Her mouth hit his, sharp, needy, tasting like stolen juice. He had her tits out in seconds, heavy and soft, nipples stiff from the cool air. Maya arched, guiding his cock straight into wet heat—tight, slick, too easy. The desk creaked. John drove into her like every graded paper was one less excuse not to touch forbidden ground. Then the door clicked open. Lolly Dames froze, eyes wide. Rage fought something darker on her face, cheeks flushing. Her stare locked on Maya, who only smiled, slow, inviting. Rules cracked. Lolly licked her lips, stepped closer, locked the bolt. "If this stays our secret," she murmured, unbuttoning her blouse, "then fuck her deep again, and don’t leave me out."