Parent-Teacher Meating

Parent-teacher night wraps up and Ms. Smith, all curves and sass, waits for her last appointment. Mr. Walsh saunters in, all swagger. After the expected small talk, he drops that the wife couldn’t be bothered to show. The meeting runs smooth, he shoots her a wink and walks. She’s left with his kid’s report, and suddenly she’s thinking about how thick his forearms looked when he crossed them. Heat flares between her legs. Ms. Smith locks the door, peels her skirt up, spreads wide in her chair, and starts rubbing her clit in lazy, wet circles. Fingers slip in, come out glistening, and she pictures those big hands pinning her wrists. The door cracks open. Mr. Walsh. Their eyes lock. She freezes, two fingers knuckle-deep. He steps in, voice low: “Don’t stop on my account.” The tension snaps. She stands, shoves her desk aside; he grabs her hips and plants her ass on the edge. Pants drop. His cock springs out, already hard, and she grips the base, lines him up, and sinks down in one smooth thrust. Her soaked pussy swallows every inch, walls fluttering. He fucks up into her hard enough the desk rocks, balls slapping her ass, while her tits bounce under her half-open blouse. She meets every thrust, moaning “Yes, right there, fill me.” He hooks her knees over his elbows, spreads her wider, pounds deeper, thick cock grinding against her G-spot. Sweat slicks their skin. Ms. Smith bites his shoulder to muffle a scream when he drills in fast and deep, forcing her orgasm to crash over her in hot pulses that squeeze him tight. Mr. Walsh grunts, slams to the hilt, and fires thick ropes of cum inside her clenching cunt. They stay locked, panting, her juices and his load leaking out around the base of his spent dick. Classroom still reeks of sex and chalk.