My Private Teacher

Vanessa Jhons drops right in front of you, all big brown eyes and mouth already parted like she knows exactly what she wants. She stands 5'2" and fills that tight black schoolgirl dress like it was painted on—tits pushing the neckline, curves fighting the white trim. Your eyes clock the obvious bulge before she even moves. She steps close, grabs your hand, and slides it up her smooth thigh until your fingers hook the edge of her panties. One yank and you’ve got a fistful of her ass; another twist and you’re gripping her thick, hard cock and smooth balls. Heat jumps straight up your arm. You squeeze and she groans, hips pushing forward so you feel every inch twitch. The stairway is the nearest surface. She spins, palms the step above her head, and arches her back. You shove the dress up, yank the thong aside, and spit on her hole. Two fingers push in quick and knuckle-deep; she rocks back like she’s starving for it. You work them fast, stretch her open, then pull out and line your cock up. The head pops past her tight ring and the rest follows in one hard shove. Her anus clamps down, hot and slick, gripping every inch while you start pumping. She reaches back, jerks your balls while you fuck her, then drops to her knees on the sofa and swallows you to the root. Tongue flat, throat open, she takes every stroke until spit runs down her tits. When you flip her again she’s on her back, legs spread, and you bury yourself straight back into that stretched hole. Vanessa’s own cock bounces against her stomach with every thrust, leaking onto her skin, and you wrap your fist around it so the pair of you stroke and fuck in the same rhythm. You both finish loud—her shooting across her own stomach while you unload deep in her ass. She stays split open around you, panting, a cocky grin on her face like she just taught the teacher exactly how it’s done.