Good Misunderstanding

Candie’s teacher walks in expecting a quiet drink and walks out the next morning with his trousers still half-buttoned. She’s had the crush for months, played the good student, but tonight Matt turns the lesson around. Candie drops to her knees first, mouth wet and eager on both cocks, her tongue sliding from one to the other until they’re stiff and slick. Matt’s hands go straight for her panties, tugging them aside so his fingers can part her lips, push inside, work her open while she groans around Dean’s cock. When she turns, braced against the edge of the couch, Matt takes her ass in one slow, steady push that leaves her breathless. Dean steps in from the front, slides into her pussy, and the two men find a rhythm that fills every inch of her. Candie stays loud the whole time, the stretch and slide never quite enough. They switch places without warning, Dean’s cock now buried in her ass while Matt fucks her cunt, his fingers still working her clit in tight, quick circles. Natural breasts sway with every thrust, and every time they change angle, she gasps like the feeling is brand new. By the end she’s glistening, hips jerking between them, caught in the middle of two cocks and the kind of misunderstanding she hopes never gets corrected.