VERY Hands-On Training

Martha stands over the table, arms crossed, watching Tracy's shaky hands slide across Mr. Clark's oiled back. Every slip makes her jaw tighten. Tracy's breathing too fast, her grip too loose. Martha's had enough. She climbs up, straddles Tracy from behind, and presses their bodies together. Her hands clamp down on Tracy's wrists, guiding them with steady force, pushing the girl lower, harder. Martha's hips grind forward with every stroke, trapping Tracy between her and Mr. Clark's slick skin. The oil turns everything slippery. Bodies slide, press, catch. Mr. Clark's cock starts to swell under them. Martha notices first. She doesn't ask—she grabs Tracy's small hand and wraps it around his length, forcing her fingers tight, showing her the rhythm. "Like this," she hisses in the girl's ear. Tracy's grip trembles at first, then steadies under Martha's iron hold. Martha leans in, breasts mashed against Tracy's back, controlling every motion while Mr. Clark groans beneath them. Her free hand slips between the girl's thighs, checking she's learning, urging her on, until the oil, sweat, and grunts mix into one raw, pulsing rhythm on the table.