Have This Instead Katy Rose, Sirena Milano

The rain pelted in opposition to the home windows of the previous used bookstore, however inside, the air was steamy. Katy Rose, a fiery redhead in a skimpy schoolgirl uniform, knelt earlier than Sirena Milano, a stacked Latina in a decent nurse’s costume. Both ladies’ lips have been wrapped across the throbbing shaft of their historical past trainer, Mr. Johnson, who groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, you two are the best students I’ve ever had,” he growled, gripping their hair.

Katy slurped and sucked, her pierced tongue swirling across the spongy tip. Sirena’s velvet mouth bobbed up and down, taking him deep into her throat. They alternated slurping on his huge cock, their faces inches aside, moaning round his size.

Mr. Johnson’s balls tightened, his orgasm constructing. “Such naughty little sluts,” he panted, “but you’re going to share that cock.”

Sirena popped off, grinning. “Of course Mr. J. Katy and I always share our favorite things.” She turned to Katy and crashed their lips collectively, sharing the musky style of their trainer’s dick.

Katy moaned into the kiss, tangled her fingers in Sirena’s darkish curls. Their tongues danced as they made out hungrily, breasts heaving in opposition to one another.

“God, look at those tits,” Mr. Johnson groaned, stroking himself. Katy and Sirena smiled at one another, then started slowly eradicating their uniforms.

Katy slipped off her tie and unbuttoned her shirt, releasing her unimaginable cleavage. She cupped her heavy breasts, pinching and tugging on her full nipples.

Sirena peeled off her costume and revealing her horny black lace bra and panties. She rotated and bent over, giving Mr. Johnson an ideal view of her spherical ass.

“Like what you see, teach?” she purred, shaking her bubble butt tease.

“Muy caliente,” he growled, “now come over here and sit on my face.”

Sirena smiled wickedly and shimmied out of her panties. Straddling his head, she lowered her moist pussy to his ready mouth, moaning as he eagerly licked her slit.

Katy hurried to hitch them, crawling behind Sirena on palms and knees. She nuzzled Sirena’s ass, spreading her cheeks and diving in to tongue her tight little gap.

“Oh fuck yes,” Sirena moaned, grinding on Mr. Johnson’s face as Katy rimmed her. The trainer groaned in opposition to her cunt, tongue fucking Sirena’s clit.

All their moans and slurps and groans echoed by way of the previous bookstore. The air was thick with arousal, pussy, and musk. The ladies bucked and writhed, dropping themselves in pleasure as Mr. Johnson licked them right into a frenzy.

Suddenly, the bell over the door chimed. The three lovers froze.

“Hello?” referred to as a well-known voice. It was Mr. Thompson, the college’s blunt English trainer. “I saw your light on, Johnson.”

Panic flashed in Mr. Johnson’s eyes, his cock nonetheless rock arduous. Sirena and Katy checked out one another, adrenaline pumping. This may go both means – good or actually, actually unhealthy.

Sirena gave them a naughty smile. Then she hopped off Mr. Johnson’s face and sashayed in direction of the door, breasts bouncing.

“Hello, Mr. T.,” she purred. “We were just, ah, discussing some extracurricular activities. Were you hoping to join us?”

She leaned in opposition to the door body, one hand trailing down her thigh. Mr. Thompson’s mouth fell open. His bulge was clearly seen in his slacks.

“I, uh…” he stammered. “I didn’t mean to, ah, interrupt.”

Sirena smiled coyly and crooked a finger at him. “Oh, we wouldn’t want that. Why don’t you come in, Mr. T.?”