Cum Gluttons: An Airtight Education

Jasmine Jae stands there in front of her three detention boys—Apollo Banks, Anthony Pierce, Brad Sterling—like she just caught them with porn instead of their science notes. They’d been passing filthy shit about what they wanted to do to her body, and now she’s holding their little confessions in her hand. “Alright, gentlemen,” she says, voice low and cocky. “If you think your dirty mouths wrote such hot garbage, let’s see if you can back it up.” She pops open the top two buttons of her blouse, drops to her knees, and unzips them one by one. Her tongue works fast—first Apollo’s thick head, sliding down until her lips touch his balls, then Anthony’s, then Brad’s—getting them all shiny and dripping. Once they’re throbbing, she sits back on the edge of the desk, spreads her legs wide and barks at them to show her what those same mouths can do between her thighs. They dive in like they’re starving. Apollo laps her clit while Anthony tongues her ass; Brad sucks her nipple through her open shirt. She grabs Brad’s hair, groans, and calls his technique “acceptable.” When she’s dripping down her own thighs, Jasmine lines the boys up—three hard cocks pointing straight at her. She sinks onto Apollo first, rides him in hard, grinding rolls, then hops over to Anthony, testing his angle like she’s grading a pop quiz. Brad goes last, and she rocks on him with quick, filthy bounces that slap her ass against his thighs. Still not impressed, she orders them onto the floor. She squats over Apollo’s cock, takes it deep in her pussy, reaches back for Anthony, and sinks onto him in her ass, then leans forward and swallows Brad to the root. All three holes stuffed at once. Her eyes water, mascara runs, but she keeps moving, taking every thrust. “Gold star if you don’t blow too fast,” she taunts around Brad’s shaft. “Pity points if you do.”