The spanish teacher

The Spanish teacher showed up with curves in all the right places. Dad introduced her, then went straight back to his desk. Her blouse clung to full breasts. Her skirt rode high on thick, round hips. I tried to focus on verbs, but the only thing rolling off my tongue was her name. She caught me staring. Instead of walking out, she leaned in and kissed me hard. Her tongue tasted like cinnamon. Before I knew it, we were naked on the couch. Her caramel skin glowed in the afternoon light. I slid into her warm, tight pussy while she rocked against me, moaning softly. Then Dad stood up. I froze, cock still buried inside her. He didn’t yell. He didn’t leave. He stepped behind her, spread those full cheeks, and eased his thick cock into her ass. She gasped, pushing back to take both of us at once. Her body trembled between us, caught between slow, deep thrusts. Her tits bounced with every stroke. Sweat slicked our skin. When she came, her pussy clenched around me so hard I lost it, pumping my load deep inside her. Dad pulled out and painted her face in thick, hot streaks across her lips and cheeks. She licked them off with a satisfied smile, still full on both ends.