Hands-On Teacher

Rob Banks still tasted Julia Robbie on his tongue when she spun him around and bent him over the hood of his busted Civic. She hitched that prim little pencil skirt up, wet heat pressing the fat head of his dick straight into her. One slick shove and he bottomed out, her cunt clamping around him like it meant business. Julia’s breath came hot in his ear—more instructions than moans. She rocked back, taking what she wanted, grinding her ass until every inch disappeared. “Feel that?” she hissed, biting the lobe. “That’s what college pussy’s gonna expect.” Rob’s balls slapped her clit with each thrust, the sting of it sharp, perfect. She reached back, spread herself wider, giving him the full view he’d jerked off to for two semesters. He watched her lips stretch around his shaft, every vein of him glistening in the late-afternoon sun. She started rolling her hips in lazy, filthy circles that threatened to make him bust early, but she wasn’t done. She yanked his wrist and guided two fingers to her clit, insisting he keep pace. The contrast—teacher’s calm lecture voice still guiding every stroke—sent heat licking down his spine. When she finally came, she bore down hard, creaming around him, and barked one word over her shoulder: “Harder.” Rob slammed into her fast and relentless, sweat sliding down his ribs, until his vision flashed white and he pumped load after load deep inside. Julia stayed bent like that, letting it drip out down her thigh. She looked over her shoulder, smirking. “Now you’re ready.”