Teen Sara Never Learns Her Anal Lesson

Sara’s grammar notebook is a mess of red marks and half-finished sentences. Her teacher catches the smirk she tries to hide and decides the lesson needs a different approach. He bends her over the desk, lifts her skirt, and works two fingers into the tight heat of her ass until she’s rocking back against him. The first thrust makes her breath hitch; each one after that comes faster, harder, until the only sound in the room is skin slapping skin and her broken little gasps. When he pulls out she drops to her knees without being told, takes him deep, and lets him paint her tongue and chin in thick, hot ropes while she looks up at him, still catching her breath.