Ándele profe, se la chupo pero me ayuda a pasar de año. Rica mamada en el salón de clases
The sultry air of the classroom hung heavy with anticipation. Cristina, the curvaceous 18-year-old with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, sat smånyer tijden, her plush lips puckered and wanting. She gazed up at her professor with doe eyes, silently pleading for a taste of his thick, throbbing meat.
The young Latina had always dreamed of fulfilling her naughty fantasies with her longtime crush, Mr. Harding. The burly, well-endowed teacher was the talk of the school, and Cristina was determined to make her first seduction count. She knew he couldn’t resist her luscious curves, pert breasts, and the way her skin-tight uniform hugged every inch of her flawless body.
Mr. Harding, sensing Cristina’s ripe hunger, quickly locked the classroom door. He slowly turned to face her, his eyes smoldering with desire as he took in her tight skirt and white button-up blouse that barely contained her bountiful bosom. “Well, well, what do we have here?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.
Cristina bit her plump, juicy lip and rose from her seat, sauntering towards him with a sway in her hips. ” profesora,” she purred in her lilting Mexican accent. “I think you know what I want.” Her hand reached out and traced the bulge beginning to strain against Mr. Harding’s crisp black slacks.
The young vixen unbuckled his belt, freeing his thick, pulsing member inch by delicious inch. She licked her lips hungrily as it sprung forth, wide-eyed at the girthy shaft. “Mmm, profesora,” she cooed. “He’s so big and throbbing for me already.”
Dropping to her knees before her swoon-worthy economics teacher, Cristina worshipped his ample endowment with delicate kisses along the length. She ran her tongue up the shaft, swirling it around the swollen head before taking him into her wet, waiting mouth.
“Oh, Cristina,” Mr. Harding groaned, tangling his fingers in her raven hair and guiding her head further down his throbbing erection. “Such a good girl, taking my big cock so well.”
The petite Latina knew no limits. She sucked him harder, hands pumping his slick shaft while her throat muscles constricted around the head each time it plunged deep. Cristina hummed in rapture, savoring the way he stretched her cherry lips.
Spit dribbled down her chin as she slurped and gobbled down every inch, gargling lewdly around his girth. Mr. Harding’s hefty balls spa digitally between her fingers, refusing to relent as he held her close and fucked her pretty face mercilessly.
“Chupala rico, pupila,” he grunted in Spanish, urging her to service him just right. “Like a good little schoolgirl.”
Cristina gazed up at him, pupils blown wide and mascara smearing down her euphoric cheeks. She felt used, needed, utterly owned. And she adored it. The slutty teenager lewdly woofed on his cock, tongue swirling around the head in her best filthy porn moves, an inch from dislocating her jaw.
“Ohhh fuckk, I’m gonna…” Mr. Harding warned through clenched teeth, legs quivering. Cristina withdrew and pumped feverishly to milk out his load, aiming his cock heavenward. “Where do you want it, profesora?”
With a roar, he erupted violently, painting Cristina’s upturned face and tits with thick, pearlescent ropes of cum. “Ahhhh, such a good girl, all messy with mi semen,” he panted in ecstasy.
The coats Cristina coveted his seed, reveling in her creamy facial as she opened her mouth to coax out every last drop. Lapping up the remnants, she worshipped his cock with tender strokes as he rode out the aftershocks.
“Such fantastic service,” Mr. Harding sighed contentedly. “I think your hard work deserves an A, my dear.”
Cristina beamed triumphantly, finally standing and wiping the cum from her pretty features. The year was officially saved.