Teacher_s naughty lessons
Ann Harris couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her hand froze on the doorknob. There! She heard it again.
"That's right, suck it good, you little cum-drinker!" the man's voice said.
"Are you sure no one is going to come in on us?" a girl asked.
"You just worry about sucking my dick," the man said.
"Ummmmm!" the feminine voice moaned. "No worry at all!"
Ann slipped into the teacher's lounge as if pulled by a magnet. She held her breath and stood close to the wall so they wouldn't notice her. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness.
"That's it, baby," the man said huskily. "Wrap those tight little lips around my cock and suck for all you're worth!"
Ann heard a delicate smacking sound, the sound of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh. She peered into the darkness, her eyes slowly becoming adjusted to the dim light.
She saw their outline. He was standing in front of her, his legs slightly spread. His hands were on her shoulders, as she knelt before him, her mouth gobbling down his prick.