HOT Teacher has morning sex before school – 4K

The morning alarm blared, piercing the tranquility of the bedroom. Groggily, Mrs. Johnson rolled over, her voluptuous body stretching beneath the silk sheets. Due to her profession as a high school teacher, mornings were always a rush, but today, she had the luxury of time. A mischievous smirk played across her plump, glossy lips as she recalled yesterday’s encounter with her student.

Mr. Johnson, a strapping young lad, had been late to class. “Again, Mr. Johnson?” Mrs. Johnson had inquired, tucking a strand of raven hair behind her ear. The young man had simply shrugged, a defiant glint in his hazel eyes. In a bold move, Mrs. Johnson had taken him aside and whispered, “I’ve had enough of your tardiness. Join me at my place tomorrow morning for some… additional tutoring.” Mr. Johnson had nodded, a knowing grin spreading across his youthful face.

Now, as she lay in bed, Mrs. Johnson’s anticipation grew. She threw off the covers, revealing her naked form. Her breasts, full and perky, sat high atop her chest. Her toned stomach, the result of countless yoga sessions, led down to her dripping pussy. She was ready.

Mrs. Johnson sauntered to the kitchen, preparing a pot of coffee. Just as she was about to pour herself a cup, the doorbell rang. She knew it was him. Her body trembled with anticipation as she answered the door in nothing but a short silk robe. Mr. Johnson stood there, looking sheepish yet eager. “You rang, ma’am?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Johnson pulled him inside, shutting the door behind them. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Johnson,” she purred, her robe falling open to reveal her naked figure. “I think it’s time for some extra credit.”

Mr. Johnson’s eyes widened as he took in her glorious form. His cock sprang to life, straining against his jeans. “Yes, ma’am. I’m ready for my lesson.”

Mrs. Johnson grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth with wanton desire. She could feel his hands roaming her body, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples.

With a sudden force, Mrs. Johnson pushed Mr. Johnson onto the plush carpet, straddling him. She ground her dripping wet cunt against his rock-hard cock, the thin fabric of his jeans the only barrier. “Strip,” she commanded breathlessly.

Mr. Johnson obliged, quickly removing his clothes. His cock sprung forth, thick and ready. Mrs. Johnson licked her lips, taking him in her hand. She pumped him slowly, admiring his size. “Impressive, for such a young man.”

Mr. Johnson gasped as Mrs. Johnson leaned down, taking his cock into her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the veins. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper each time. Mr. Johnson’s hands grasped her hair, guiding her movements.

Mrs. Johnson released him from her mouth with a pop. “Enough of that,” she said, positioning herself above his cock. She lowered herself, taking him inside her tight cunt. She moaned as he filled her completely. She started to ride him, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Mr. Johnson gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, thrusting into her harder.

The sounds of fucking filled the room—the slapping of skin, the moans of pleasure, the creaking of the floorboards. Mrs. Johnson leaned forward, pressing her tits against Mr. Johnson’s chest. He grabbed her nipples, squeezing and tugging. The pain mixed with pleasure drove her wild.

“I’m going to cum,” Mr. Johnson grunted, his hips bucking erratically.

“Go ahead, baby,” Mrs. Johnson encouraged. “Fill me up. I want to feel your hot seed inside me.”

With a final, deep thrust, Mr. Johnson came, his cock pulsing inside her. Mrs. Johnson followed suit, her body convulsing with pleasure. They collapsed on the floor, skin slick with sweat, panting heavily.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Mrs. Johnson suddenly remembered the time. “Shit, I’m going to be late for school!” she exclaimed, leaping up from the floor.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, watching her scramble for her clothes. “Guess I gave you more than just an education.”

Mrs. Johnson smirked, throwing her panties at him. “Don’t forget your homework,” she winked. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mr. Johnson nodded, already feeling his cock stirring again at the thought. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

With that, Mrs. Johnson rushed out the door, leaving a satisfied Mr. Johnson in her wake, ready to count down the hours until their next forbidden lesson.