She dictates the rhythm, perched on that chair in black top and white skirt, pantyhose taut over her curves, teasing him with a knowing smile before flipping the script. Bent double now, skirt hiked, his cock spears her ass through the sheer fabric — raw, unyielding entry that stretches her wide. Tits spill from the low neckline as she grips the desk, moans muffled against the classroom hush, world map staring down. He grips her hips, thrusts building to frenzy, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading on soft skin. Rear entry turns savage, pantyhose ripping faintly under pressure, her spine arching into every plunge until she shudders, spent and slick.
