Being Suspended Isn't So Bad...

Constance and Sasha hear a knock and find their visitor waiting with a clipboard. Miss Ragner steps inside and heads straight to the kitchen island to talk about Sasha’s suspension. While the principal rattles off rules, Constance stands perfectly still on her side of the marble, eyes half-lidded. The real action is happening below the counter: Sasha is on her knees, mouth busy between her stepmom’s thighs, licking slow and steady like she’s got all day. Miss Ragner keeps glancing at Constance’s distracted little smile, then it clicks. She leans over the island and catches sight of Sasha’s dark hair bobbing, Constance’s hips rocking against that hungry tongue. Shock hits her first, then a flush of heat she can’t hide. Constance doesn’t apologize. She just shrugs and says the suspension is perfect because now Sasha can stay home and eat her out whenever she wants. Miss Ragner swallows hard, fingers gripping the countertop. Sasha looks up from between Constance’s legs, lips shiny, and offers a wicked little grin. “Join us,” she says. Constance slides two fingers down to spread herself, daring the principal to decide. It takes Miss Ragner about three shaky breaths before she nods. Clothes come off in a hurry. The three of them tumble onto the couch: Sasha’s small, perky tits bouncing as she climbs onto Miss Ragner’s face, Constance straddling the principal’s hips so their wet pussies grind together. Fingers, tongues, and plenty of grinding fill the next hour—no hesitation, just raw, sweaty fun that leaves everyone gasping.