Hot For Teacher!

Toby sat across from Principal Franceska like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She had the evidence lined up—witness reports, lipstick on his collar, even a parking-lot sighting. One phone call and his secret was finished. She locked the office door. “Fix this, and I’ll keep quiet,” she said, already peeling the buttons on her blouse. Her big, natural tits spilled into the low light, dark nipples already tight. No bra. No need for one. Toby didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, tugged her skirt down, and buried his face between her thick, hairy thighs. She sighed, then grabbed his hair and pulled him up. “Not there. The other way.” He bent her over the desk. Franceska reached back, spreading herself, and he pressed the head of his cock against her tight hole. She was ready—slick, open, hungry. One slow thrust and he sank in to the hilt. She moaned like she’d been waiting all semester for exactly that. Every stroke made her tits bounce against the wood, and every time he pulled out she pushed back, greedy for more. Toby kept going until her legs shook and the threat was forgotten. When he finally pulled out, she stayed bent over, flushed and satisfied, already plotting their next meeting.