We MUST Be More Careful!

Penny Barber storms into the bedroom, tits bouncing under her thin robe, phone in hand. “Caught jerking to pussy pics at school? Seriously?” Ricky’s still got his hard-on tenting the front of his sweats. He grins. “Relax, they were yours. Nobody knows.” The words hit her like a switch—she should still be pissed, yet her nipples perk and her thighs squeeze together. Door locked, robe drops. “You get one kind of punishment,” she growls, shoving him back on the bed. Her slick heat swallows his cock in one hard drop. She rides him fast, ass slapping his thighs, but mid-thrust her phone rings: Mr. Thompson. She snatches it up. “Yes, I’m—hngh—listening.” Her hips don’t quit; she bites her lip while Ricky’s fingers dig bruises into her waist. Every deep grind makes her voice crack, yet she keeps the conversation rolling about homework, her cunt milking the kid raw and leaking down his balls. Final spurt, she swallows a moan, then says, “We’ll handle it at home, thanks,” hangs up, and grinds to the finish line like nobody almost heard.