Strap For Teacher #02, Scene #05

The short blonde stands over him in that plaid skirt and fishnet tights, the big silicone cock swinging like a threat. Christian’s already on his knees when she yanks his face up, pushing her bare cunt hard against his mouth. He licks like he’s starving; she shuts her eyes and rolls her hips until his nose disappears between shiny, oiled cheeks. Every breath he takes is hers. She flips him. Tongue first—wet circles around his hole, fingers drilling in next—then the strap-on slams straight into his gut. He shouts, she shoves deeper. In, out, each thrust pulls a grunt out of him, hips pistoning like machinery. She mounts the other way round, takes his straining cock up her cunt, rides until her come drips down his balls. When he finally shoots, she scoops the mess off his belly and feeds it between his lips.