Lesbian Schoolgirl Anal Milkshake Orgy

In a crammed classroom reeking of chalk dust and cheap perfume, London River towers over four fidgeting brats in plaid skirts. The busty blonde catches the girls passing gummy bears smeared with pussy lube and fat rubber cocks still warm from hiding in wet little cunts. She drops the contraband on the desk; seconds later, Sophia and Haley each take one of their teacher’s heavy tits in both hands and suck like they’re starved. Jane and Violet drop to their knees tongue-fighting over spit they swap back and forth. The girls peel off cardigans and unbutton crisp shirts until the only thing left is skirts hiked above bare hips and soaked cotton panties stretched across pink slits. London’s fat white ass pushes out while Sophia pulls the thong string aside; her shaved cunt winks above the dimpled pucker. Face buried between Jane’s spread cheeks, London tongues the twitching ring, then drives a long, clear jelly dildo—slick with thick lube—into the girl’s guts. Jane’s back arches, a throaty moan spilling out. Haley licks from Jane’s freshly fucked hole up to her glossy, unshaved snatch, then London shoves the filthy toy between Violet’s parted lips, making her taste it. The pack crawls over the heavy wooden desk: mouths slurping, fingers spearing, tongues lapping. Streams of saliva drip from London’s open cunt as one girl after another takes turns drinking her. Violet’s breath tickles her teacher’s clit while the bulky snake toy disappears in London’s ass, inch by greasy inch. London grits her teeth; a slow squelch answers each thrust. Someone passes an apple around. Haley’s rosebud bloats around the bright red fruit; when it slides free, Violet and Sophia latch on and slurp the sticky coating while London chuckles darkly. The gumdrops come next. Jane flexes, red candies sprouting from both holes and plopping onto polished wood. With a wicked grin she pants, “Let’s make milkshakes.” Fingertips shove into clenched rectums full of white, watery enema; the girls buck, cream spurting out in short, messy jets that paint cheeks, tongues, eyelashes. One splatter catches London across the lips. Jane climbs up, ass inches from the teacher’s open mouth, and unleashes another arc that lands straight down her throat. Five naked mouths seal together in a sloppy snowball chain—sticky cream sliding from tongue to tongue—until every trace is swallowed or smeared across flushed skin.