Mrs. Mckenzie!

You were looking forward to claim the married woman’s pussy. She was an easy-going type, but she struck you as the type that would be devastatingly faithful to your husband, making the taboo of cheating even more enticing than it already was.

Something about wanting what you can’t have, then getting it anyways, called out to you at that moment.

She was walking in and out of the gymnasium, which was a separate building from the school. (Now that you think about it, was that normal?) She was carrying cones, balls and what-not in and out, prepping for both indoor and outdoor activities.

You walked into the gym. Anyone else around inside… no. Perfect.

One concern was that you wouldn’t know Mrs. Mckenzie’s first name. After all, there were so many teachers in the school whose names you didn’t know. Fortunately, you did know hers, so no problemo.

“Ah, Mr. Tyler! Are you here to help? I’d really appreciate it—”

‘Taylor Mckenzie will strike a yoga pose without pants.’

Submit!

Mrs. Mckenzie suddenly cut off. She dropped the stuff she was holding, and her hands went to take off the aforementioned pants. Her pussy was now only covered by… string panties!? Why was she wearing that to school? The panties practically covered nothing! Only the slit was hidden!

Was it for added flexibility? While your mind was entertaining such thoughts, she struck a pose. Just a simple downward facing dog, but it showed off her great ass to even greater effect. Your dick had never been harder.