Teacher Fucks Her Former High School Student

The handyman knocked on her front door at the exact worst minute. Lexi answered without giving it a second thought, nipples still tight and a damp sheen covering her full tits because her boyfriend had just sucked and bit them raw before they heard the doorbell. She didn't bother throwing anything over herself—she swung the door open topless, little jean shorts barely hanging on her hips, pussy still warm and throbbing from how hard he’d just wrecked her. He blinked, clearly figuring he’d caught someone in the middle of something filthy. He was right. When she clocked the toolbox in his grip she didn’t say sorry; she just shoved both breasts together and asked if he came to fix the sink or wanted a shot at the one thing the boyfriend hadn’t already stuffed. He dropped the tools right there on the mat, shoved her back inside against the hallway wall, and crammed two rough fingers into the soaked slit her shorts barely covered. She rode the pressure like a cocky little slut who knew time didn’t matter when she was horny, grinding until the denim crotch was a dripping mess and the hallway air smelled like pure pussy. The handyman pulled his cock free—thick, throbbing, pre-cum already stringing—and slammed it straight up her cunt while her tits slapped the drywall. He fucked her like he got paid by the stroke; she answered every thrust with dirty squeezes that milked him deeper. They didn’t even close the door all the way. With her legs spread, shorts shoved aside, and that fat length drilling in and out at full speed, Lexi tossed her hair and gave a cocky little laugh—high-powered, low-brow, and loving every second of the raw, impromptu pussy job she turned the afternoon into.