Naughty Teacher Brandi Love fucks her student – Brazzers

Title: “Professional términos y big boobs: when Mrs. Brandi Love teaches her student a lesson in anatomy”

The bell rings, signaling the end of another uneventful school day at the prestigious uniforms required private academy. Students shuffle out of the classrooms, their chatter echoing through the hallways as they head to their extracurricular classes or detention. Among them is Kelly, a naughty little tease with a soft spot for her anatomy teacher Mrs. Brandi Love.

Mrs. Love sits at her desk, grading papers and sipping her coffee. Her taught demeanor belies her private naughty fantasies, especially when it comes to her most favored student Kelly who’s had a crush on her for years. She doesn’t allow it to show though, maintaining her prim and professional façade befitting the accomplished biologist and educator she is.

Soon, a lone knock interrupts her grading. Mrs. Love looks up to see Kelly peeking through the doorway, her schoolgirl uniform adorably askew. Mrs. Love invites her in, noting Kelly’s short skirt offers a tantalizing view of her lacy stockings. Is Kelly flirting with her? No, surely not… Such thoughts are unthinkable for a devoted educator like Mrs. Love. Aren’t they?

“Mrs. Love, I was just wondering if we could go over the lesson you taught yesterday,” Kelly says demurely. “It’s all so complicated… I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it.”

“It’s quite alright, dear. Let’s take a look at your notes together,” Mrs. Love replies kindly, allowing Kelly to sit next to her at the desk. She can’t help but notice the way Kelly’s breasts strain against the buttons of her crisp white blouse. Such inappropriate thoughts flit through her mind, making her squirm in her seat.

Kelly scootches her chair closer until their thighs graze. She leans over the papers, her ample cleavage drawing Mrs. Love’s eyes like magnets. Is it getting hot in here or is it just Mrs. Love?

“See, right here… I’m just not understanding this bit about Proposition X and its impact on Population Event Y,” Kelly says, her hot breath tickling Mrs. Love’s ear. Mrs. Love clears her throat and tries to refocus.

“Ah yes, well Proposition X is essentially a mutated gene that, in females, leads to a surge in estrogen production, resulting in what some would describe as i-”

Mrs. Love is interrupted by the jingle of a belt buckle. She looks down to see Kelly slowly unbuttoning her schoolgirl skirt. The top of her sheer fishnet stockings come into view, before Kelly allows the skirt to pool at her feet. The sight is intoxicating.

Mrs. Love’s logical mind screams for her to stop this madness but her baser instincts take over. She can’t help but gaze at Kelly’s glistening pussy through the fishnets, all puckered and pink.

“See, when it’s elevated like that, you get faster recovery, bigger proteins, uhm, better maintenance of the body,” Mrs. Love finds herself saying, unable to tear her eyes away from Kelly’s metaphorical labia. The juices practically drip from the petals.

Kelly runs a finger over her labia lips, the fishnets pulling tantalizing at her flesh. Fuck, the way they bunch and stretch, it’s like an equation, Mrs. Love thinks – inward >2 outside = greater pleasure, lines of labial blood vessels < form polymer bridges.

"I don't fully it Mrs. Love… I need a more hands on demonstration," Kelly says, slipping off her thong. Under the desk, she pulls Mrs. Love's hand towards her soaking wet pussy.

Fucking hell, the heat coming off her center, it's like Mrs. Love's going to catch fire. Her sopping folds are more succulent than a lab experiment. Mrs. Love loses control, plunging two fingers into Kelly's tight cavern, feeling the lush cunt close around them. Kelly mewls, pushing her hips against Mrs. Love's touch.

The forbidden nature of it all only makes Mrs. Love wetter. Marking up her own naughty thoughts, she looks over the anatomy textbook, noting key structures.

"Yes, you see right here," she says breathlessly, "this is where we can insert the fingers to maximum effect." She demonstrated the motion with her own fingers, feeling every indistinguishable hump and ridge of Kelly's velvety heat.

"Mmm Lily, you're so tight," Mrs. Love hears herself murmur out loud. Well, fuck, so much for keeping things professional.

"You really know your anatomy Mrs. Love," Kelly pants, reaching into the teacher's blouse. She takes out a breast, squeezing it and mashing her face into it. Mrs. Love can feel her nipples harden at Kelly's touch, like the millions of receptor sites on Rory's clitoral cleft.

Mrs. Love's working Kelly into a frenzy, her submissive student rutting on her fingers like a bitch in heat. The teacher uses her other hand to continue thumbing Kelly's button, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the thick hood swell with blood.

"Ah ah aahh Mrs Love!" Kelly shrieks, her pussy pussing moistly open on Mrs. Love's fingers, exposed to the air like a mutated cell. Kelly trembles with her first orgasm of the lesson, her juices flowing freely.

Mrs. Love suddenly finds herself hefted into Kelly's lap, those 36Ds wonderfully crushing her breasts. Hands begin working the buttons of her blouse while hungry lips pepper her neck with little love bites. Maybe today's lesson will run long after all…

Mrs. Asterly peers at the two young transripting their way into each other's bodies with bated breath, secretly unbuttoning her school uniform so she can have a taste herself. The anatomical applications are so very, very clear. Her cunt is positively weeping with need.

Maybe tomorrow night she'll get to join in on the lesson. Mrs. Love smiles wickedly to herself, already looking forward to it.