Stretch Class #15, Scene #03

Buttman runs a private studio, the kind where lessons get filthy fast. AJ Applegate steps in wearing a skirt so tight it might split, white pantyhose pulled high and already showing the shape of her thick cheeks. Blond curls, quick smile, nothing shy about her. She peels off the top without being told, lets her small tits bounce free, then turns, pulls the skirt up, and spreads wide so the nylon strains across her pucker. The pose alone could get them both in trouble. She knows it. Her bare toes wriggle when she notices how his eyes lock on them, so she rubs both soles across his face, makes sure he feels every smooth inch while the panty gusset still covers her cunt. When she plants herself backward on his mouth, the damp fabric smothers his breath and the scent makes him twitch. AJ reaches for the toys—glass plugs, thick plugs, the whole arsenal—works one past the thin nylon first, then tugs the crotch aside to slide the biggest straight up her ass. She presses a wand hard on her clit, rides the buzz until her thighs shake and her hole flutters around the intruder, panting, filthy little giggles breaking out between moans as she cums right there in his chair, pantyhose still tangled around her knees.