Lonely Lunchtime

Jewell rolls into Freya’s classroom with that lunch bag like it’s nothing, then freezes when she sees her stepdaughter sitting alone. Turns out the other kids are giving Freya hell for coming out, and lunch has turned into a solo pity party. Jewell’s heart cracks open right there. She pulls Freya into a hug, presses that girl’s face straight to her tits and starts cooing the “it’s gonna be okay” speech. Their breathing gets ragged, nipples stiffen through fabric, then someone’s hand starts wandering. Freya’s skirt’s around her hips before you know it, Jewell’s fingers sinking knuckle-deep into slick pussy right at the desk. The door’s unlocked, the hallway’s two feet away, and they’re trying to keep the moans low while Freya grinds back on those fingers. Jewell bends her over the teacher’s chair, eats her out from behind with slow, wet licks, then peels her own panties aside so Freya can tongue-fuck her. Two orgasms later they’re panting, clothes half-on, listening for footsteps as they straighten up before the bell.