Pure Joy

Victoria Pure stands at the board, blonde hair catching the light, her blouse doing little to hide the curve of her natural tits. Toby stops pretending to follow the equations. She meets his stare, sets the marker down, and the lesson ends right there. He has his hands on her before she reaches the desk. Skirt hiked, blouse open, she drops to her knees and takes him in. No warm-up, no teasing—just her mouth, slick and hungry, working the whole length of him. He grips her hair and she lets him push deeper, throat opening around the thick head until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. She stands, bends, and he drives into her in one long thrust. The desk creaks with every stroke. Her tits bounce free, nipples tight, and she pushes back to meet him, moaning loud enough to carry down the empty hall. He fucks her harder, hips slapping skin, until her legs shake and she comes with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing around him. He pulls out at the last second, strokes himself twice, and paints thick ropes across her tits and stomach. She stays bent over the desk, catching her breath, come cooling on her skin while the chalkboard still reads the problem no one finished.