Mean Teacher Featuring Kitana Montana

Silas Stone was stuck at Mean University. Class ended, and everyone packed up. Professor Montana held him back. "All right class. That's all for today. Except you, Silas." Her voice cut like glass. She told him she ran things at this place. One word from her and his academic life was finished. Every year she chose one student. Made them her property. This year it was him. He heard the warning in her tone, but he still froze when she pointed to the floor. Get on your knees, she said. Clean her filthy shoes with his tongue. He sank down. No options left. Her heels came first, caked in whatever she'd walked through that day. Then she spun around, hiked her skirt, and shoved her perfect round ass toward his face. She wiggled it, slow and mean, before snatching the back of his head and burying him between those cheeks. Breathe, she told him. Deep. Now lick. He dragged his tongue over her skin, tasting sweat and musk, worshiping every inch she offered. She turned again and smothered him with her huge tits, stuffing his whole face inside the warm weight of them, holding him there until his lungs burned. Off came her shoes and stockings next. She slapped her bare feet on his thighs and ordered him to mouth them clean. He sucked her toes, licked her arches, tasted every line of her soles. Finished with that, she dropped her full weight onto his face, grinding her ass back and forth while she laughed. Pathetic, she called him. Stupid fuck. She spread herself open so the obscene pink of her asshole stared right at him and she forced his tongue back inside it, every slick circle of muscle clenching around him. Finally she sat upright on his face, locked him under her, and jerked his cock with practiced malice until he came hard beneath her. The whole time she never stopped talking, degrading him, owning him. Kitana Montana, absolute ten.