Sexy ass music teacher Demi Delia fucks her scholar

Ms. Delia, identified all through the music faculty because the horny, voluptuous trainer with the knack for connecting along with her college students, was in excessive demand. But none extra so than with Jake, the most popular younger buck who had turn out to be more and more daring in pursuit of her affections. Little did Jake know, the sensation was mutual.

As Demi sat at her piano bench after a very steamy lesson, she felt Jake’s eyes boring into her bottom, eyes that had taken in each curve of her physique as she demonstrated numerous methods on the keys. She swung round to face him, her lengthy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

“You know Jake,” she stated with a sultry pout, “You’ve been giving me some serious looks today. What’s on your mind, darling?”

Jake swallowed onerous, his cock immediately stirring at Ms. Delia’s use of such an intimate time period. “I was just admiring your… style, Ms. Delia. Your passion for music is so… infectious.”

Demi smirked, her inexperienced eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, I have plenty of passion, Jake. And I know just how to express it.” She stood up, her tight white shirt straining in opposition to her ample bosom. “Would you like a private lesson, Jake? In the privacy of my office?”

Jake might solely nod, his mouth abruptly dry. As they walked down the corridor collectively, Demi made certain to brush her hand in opposition to Jake’s ass every time they handed a fellow scholar or college member, marking her territory. Once inside her workplace, she locked the door and turned to face Jake, a depraved grin on her lips.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Jake,” she purred, strolling in direction of him with the grace of a lioness. “Sitting there, ogling me, your cock twitching in your pants. Do you think I haven’t noticed?”

Jake’s eyes widened as Ms. Delia ran a manicured finger down his chest. “I… I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, Ms. Delia. I just… I can’t control myself around you.”

Demi laughed, a throaty, seductive sound. “Oh, you can’t, can you? Well, I think it’s time I showed you just how disciplined I can be.”

With that, she pushed Jake again onto her leather-based workplace sofa and straddled his lap, her tight skirt using up her thighs. Jake groaned as he felt her moist warmth urgent in opposition to his onerous cock, the layers of cloth between them maddening.

Ms. Delia leaned in shut, her tits straining in opposition to the flimsy buttons of her shirt. “I want you to know that this is a one-time thing, Jake,” she whispered, her scorching breath tickling his ear. “Don’t get attached. At the end of the day, I’m still your teacher. Understood?”

Jake might solely whimper and nod as Ms. Delia unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that hardly contained her tits. She grabbed Jake’s palms and positioned them on the comfortable mounds of flesh, encouraging him to squeeze and grope.

As Jake’s palms explored Ms. Delia’s physique, she reached between them and unzipped his pants, fishing out his rock-hard cock. She stroked it languidly, admiring the dimensions and girth, and the bead of precum that had shaped on the tip.

“God, Jake, you’re such a big boy,” she sighed, her thumb swirling across the head of his cock. “I bet you’re going to fuck me so good.”

With that, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the facet, revealing her glistening moist pussy. She positioned herself over Jake’s cock, rubbing the pinnacle in opposition to her swollen clit, shuddering on the intense sensation.

And then, with one swift movement, Ms. Delia sank down onto Jake’s cock, enveloping him in her scorching, velvety partitions. They each moaned on the sudden connection, Jake’s palms flying to Ms. Delia’s hips.

Ms. Delia started to journey Jake with wild abandon, her tits bouncing in his face with each thrust. She leaned again, inserting her palms on his knees for leverage, and Jake took the chance to bury his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking at her comfortable flesh.

“Fuck, Jake, you feel so good,” Ms. Delia panted, her hair now plastered to her face with sweat. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Your big cock stretching me out, filling me up.”

Jake might solely grunt in response, his hips bucking as much as meet Ms. Delia’s each downward thrust. The sound of their lust-filled moans and the creaking of the sofa crammed the workplace, a testomony to their passionate encounter.

Ms. Delia might really feel her orgasm constructing, her pussy clenching round Jake’s cock like a vice. “Oh god, Jake, I’m going to cum,” she cried out, throwing her head again in ecstasy. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

And Jake did not, pounding into Ms. Delia with renewed vigor, decided to make her cum on his cock. And cum she did, her physique convulsing as wave after wave of enjoyment crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed round Jake’s cock, milking him for all he was value.

Jake felt his personal orgasm approaching, the stress constructing in his balls. With a guttural roar, he thrust up one final time, burying himself as deep as he might inside Ms. Delia, as he spilled his seed into her ready womb.

They collapsed onto the sofa, spent and satiated, Ms. Delia’s head resting on Jake’s chest as their respiratory regularly returned to regular.

After a couple of minutes of blissful silence, Ms. Delia sat up and smoothed down her skirt, a coy smile on her face. “That was fun, Jake. But remember, what happens in my office stays in my office. Understood?”

Jake nodded, a realizing smirk on his face. He knew it would not be the final time he and Ms. Delia fucked like rabbits on that sofa. The actual query was, would she have the ability to maintain up her a part of their little association?

Only time would inform.