Blonde UCLA head cheerleader takes Big Dicked tutor till he Cum! – Ashley Lane – Brad Newman
Title: “A Lively Lesson: UCLA’s Head Cheerleader Takes a Tuition of Pleasure”
Ashley Lane, the dazzling and dedicated head cheerleader of UCLA, had been struggling with Calculus. Despite her bouncy optimism and killer dance moves, numbers were just not her forte. Enter Brad Newman, the resident brainiac and Ashley’s incredibly handsome tutor. Their late night study sessions were about to take a sensual turn…
The campus was quiet as Ashley let Brad into her dorm, her long blonde hair flowing like honey over her slender shoulders. She was wearing a crop top that hugged her pert breasts and a tiny skirt that showcased her endless tan legs. “I really need to ace this exam, Brad,” Ashley purred, biting her plump bottom lip. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Brad, with his scholarly glasses perched on his nose and his hair in a adorably messy bun, nodded. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised with steady blue eyes. Ashley grinned, eager to begin. Little did she know, this night would become a secret classroom for her deepest desires…
They sprawled on Ashley’s bed, textbooks forgotten, as Brad gently caressed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with restrained passion. Ashley trembled under his touch, her nipples stiffening in anticipation. He leaned in, their lips inches apart, hearts pounding in sync. And then – their first kiss. It was electric, his mouth claiming hers, their tongues dancing together in a sensual explore of each other’s mouths.
Ashley arched her back, pressing her breasts against Brad’s solid chest. Their hands moved with a life of their own – Brad inching up her skirt to cup her round ass, Ashley emphasizing his impressive manhood through his jeans. “I want you,” Ashley gasped, her voice a subtle moan as she grinded into him. Brad groaned, capturing her mouth again, their kiss deepening, lust building.
Ashley tugged at Brad’s shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She broke away, sinking her teeth into his neck as she did, painting his throat with love bites. Brad growled, pushing the cheerleader onto the bed, his lean muscles tensing under his tank top. “If you needed a tutor for this,” he teased, “I’d oblige.”
Shifting positions, Ashley pushed Brad onto his back, craving control. She tugged off her crop top in a swift motion, exposing her perfect tits to his eager gaze. Tugging her skirt and panties off, she straddled him, her smooth pussy pressing against his straining cock. “I want to ride this tutor till I cum,” Ashley giggled, stroking his thickness through his jeans. In one swift motion, she tugged down his pants and underpants, releasing his big, throbbing cock.
Her eyes widened in delight and anticipation as she licked her lips. “Goodness,” Ashley purred, “You’re quite hung!” Brad smirked, grabbing her hips as she positioned herself above him, the head of his cock nudging her slick entrance. “Then take every inch, baby,” Brad growled. With a moan of bliss, Ashley sinked onto him, her tight walls stretching around his thick girth. They groaned together, their hips beginning a sensual dance.
She rode him with vigor, her back arched, her perky tits bouncing with every deep thrust. Brad’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her thrusts, his hips raising to meet her gyrations. Their lovemaking turned into intense fucking, Ashley’s pussy clenching around Brad’s thick cock, squeezing him for all he was worth. “Fuck me harder,” Ashley commanded, locking eyes with her lover. “Make me your student!” Brad obliged, pummeling into her, the obscene sound of skin slapped together filling the room.
Their pace increased, sweat beads forming on their skin. Ashley felt her climax building, the coil in her stomach winding tighter with each thrust. “I’m gonna… I’m so close,” Ashley whimpered, her nails clawing Brad’s chest. Brad groaned, his cock twitching inside of her. “Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The added stimulation sent Ashley over the edge and she came with a scream, her pussy pulsating, milking Brad for all he was worth. Brad followed closely, erupting inside her with a roar, his hot release flooding her tight chamber.
Ashley collapsed onto Brad’s chest, both of them panting, chests heaving. “Wow,” Ashley panted, “I don’t think I’ll ever look at calculus the same way.” Brad laughed, pulling her into a tender kiss. “Well, that’s the beauty of a private tutor,” he smirked. “In-person lessons give you experiences you can’t find in any textbook.”
And so Ashley returned to her UCLA classes and cheerleading routines, but now with a secret – the memory of her late-night lesson with her smokin’ hot tutor, and the promise of more intimate sessions to come. It seemed Ashley had found her real calling – being the head cheerleader in Brad’s life.
