School teacher gets fucked and cummed on by her student’s dad

The bell rang, signaling the end of another long day of teaching rowdy high school students. Mrs.clickbait, a 38-year-old MILF with a rockin’ body and a PhD in education, sighed as she gathered her notes and supplies. As a treatment for her back pain, her doctor had prescribed yoga and a strict diet, which had left her with an incredible physique: toned, tanned, and busty.

Just then, Mr. Johnson, the ruggedly handsome single father of one of Mrs. clickbait’s students, poked his head into the classroom. “Mrs. clickbait, do you have a moment to discuss Joey’s progress?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

“Of course, Mr. Johnson,” she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. She had noticed him before, appreciating his strong jawline and muscular build. “shall we go to my office?”

As they walked down the hall, Mrs. clickbait couldn’t help but notice Mr. Johnson’s broad shoulders and the way his pants hugged his toned ass. Once they reached her office, she closed the door behind them and gestured for him to take a seat.

Mr. Johnson sat down, crossing his legs and giving Mrs. clickbait a glimpse of his impressive bulge. “I wanted to talk to you about Joey,” he said, his eyes locking with hers. “He’s been struggling in your class, and I was hoping you could give him some…private lessons.”

Mrs. clickbait felt a surge of excitement at his words. She knew it was wrong, but the thought of having Mr. Johnson all to herself was too tempting to resist. “Of course,” she purred, “I’d be happy to give him some extra attention.”

Mr. Johnson stood up and walked around the desk, closing the distance between them. “I was thinking more like private lessons between you and me,” he growled, his hand reaching out to caress her face.

Mrs. clickbait felt her knees weak as he traced his thumb across her lower lip. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” she breathed, “we shouldn’t…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Mr. Johnson captured her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, exploring every inch of her as his hands roamed her curves. Ms. clickbait moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his hair as she pressed her body against his.

Mr. Johnson broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. “I want you, Mrs. clickbait,” he rasped, his hands sliding down her body to grip her ass. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Mrs. clickbait knew she should stop him, but the heat between her legs was too strong to resist. “Then take me,” she whispered, reaching for the zipper of his pants.

Mr. Johnson didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly undressed her, revealing her toned body and perky breasts. He took a moment to appreciate her, his fingers trailing over her tantalizing curves. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned.

Mrs. clickbait smiled up at him, her hand reaching for his straining erection. She freed it from his boxers, stroking it gently as she marveled at its size. “My, my,” she purred, “you’re quite the specimen.”

Mr. Johnson groaned as she pumped his cock, his hips thrusting into her hand. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his hands gripping her waist.

Mrs. clickbait released his cock, guiding him towards the office couch. She bent over, ass in the air as she looked back at him with a coy smile. “Then fuck me like you mean it,” she purred.

Mr. Johnson didn’t hesitate. He buried himself inside her tight pussy, groaning as he felt her walls clench around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he panted, his hands gripping her hips.

Mrs. clickbait cried out, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as he began to pound into her. His thick cock stretched her walls, setting her body on fire with each powerful thrust. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, lost in the pleasure.

Mr. Johnson reached around to fondle her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as he slammed into her. The office filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Mrs. clickbait came hard, her body shaking as she cried out in ecstasy. Mr. Johnson followed shortly after, spilling himself deep inside her. They collapsed onto the couch, panting and entwined.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Mrs. clickbait realized what they had done. “We can’t tell anyone about this,” she whispered.

Mr. Johnson kissed her forehead, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, “your secret is safe with me.”

Mrs. clickbait smiled up at him, already excited for their next “private lesson.” She knew it was wrong, but fucking Joey’s dad was by far the most exciting thing she had done in years. And she couldn’t wait to do it again.