Don't scold my son, Miss!

Miss Loise shows up at the door in her tight blouse and pencil skirt, claiming she’s here to discuss my son’s filthy mouth and the drawings he’s been passing around. She steps inside, her voice sharp, yet her huge tits are already doing the talking. I watch them sway with every move she makes. My cock stirs before she even sits down. She starts scolding, but her cheeks flush when she catches me staring. Her nipples are hard under that thin fabric. I reach out, palm her breast, and she bites her lip instead of stopping me. In seconds she’s on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, eyes locked on mine as she takes it deep. Spit runs down her chin while she sucks like she’s the one getting punished. When I’m ready, I pull out and paint her face—thick ropes across her cheeks and lips. She looks up at me, cum dripping, and all that talk about disciplining my son seems forgotten.