Brandy Aniston and Marina Angel

Marina walked in cocky as hell, knowing damn well she'd get this babysitting gig. Tommy and Brandy were about to become her personal project. Her sexology major meant she'd done hours of hands-on research in dorm rooms, car backseats, and once under a professor's desk during office hours. She didn't waste time with small talk. Instead she grabbed Tommy's shirt, pushed him against the kitchen counter, and told Brandy to watch close because the lesson started now. Brandy's eyes went wide while Marina slid her hand down Tommy's jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, giving it two firm strokes that had him hard before she counted to three. Brandy stepped closer, breathing faster, and Marina told her to get on her knees too. The two of them shared his dick between wet mouths and eager tongues while Marina directed every move. She made Brandy lick the head while she swallowed the shaft, their spit mixing and dripping down his balls. When Tommy groaned and tried to thrust, Marina smacked his thigh and told him to hold still so the girls could work. Brandy moaned around his cock, her lips brushing Marina's whenever their mouths met. Marina pulled back, spit stringing from her lips, then pushed Brandy's head down until Tommy's dick slid into her throat and she gagged once before adjusting. Marina reached between Brandy's legs, felt how soaked she was already, and slipped two fingers inside her while the lesson kept going. Tommy grabbed the counter edge and swore through clenched teeth, his hips fighting the urge to fuck their faces. Marina looked up at him with a smirk, cheeks flushed, and told him class was just getting started.