My English Professor

India Summer walked into the spa thinking she'd get her usual rubdown. Instead she found her English student, Robby Echo, asking to put his hands on her. She almost walked out, but the kid wouldn't quit begging, so she finally agreed - with one rule. If she didn't like it, she wanted her cash back. Robby started slow, working her shoulders, her legs, every inch. India kept her eyes half-closed, calling him Ken like they were playing some game. Then his mouth joined in. Kisses trailed from her neck down to her tits, then lower, until his fingers slid between her lips and found her clit. She was soaked in seconds. India turned over, grabbed his cock, and started stroking him with that same oil-slick grip he'd used on her. Robby moaned. She leaned in and took him deep, lips stretched, throat working while he held her hair. When she pulled off, spit ran down her chin. India spread her legs on the table and told him to finish what he started. Robby pushed inside and gave her exactly what she needed - long, steady strokes that had her calling his fake name again. India came hard, thighs shaking, professor pussy clenching around her student's cock like she'd been waiting for this all semester.