She Certainly Is

Diana dropped to her knees and began unbuckling Mr. Weaver's belt. Continuing, she unzipped his pants, letting them pool at his feet. She nuzzled her cheek against his plaid boxers, feeling his heat through the thin cotton fabric. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she slowly pulled them off, letting them join his trousers on the floor. His semi-hard cock sprang free, almost slapping her in the face. "My. Aren't we a pleasant size. I'm gonna have some fun with this."

In answer, Mr. Weaver reached down and pinched Diana's turgid nipples, "And I'm gonna have some fun with these."

Diana took, in turn, each of his testicles in her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the crinkled skin of his sac. She gently hummed, sending sound waves to his now hard penis.

"Fuck, girl. Where'd you learn that trick?" he growled.

Letting his nuts plop free she looked up, smiled, and said, "My Uncle Pete. Wanna see what else he taught me?"

"I can't wait!"

Diana squeezed his long slender shaft until a droplet of clear liquid formed atop his helmet. "Mmmm! You taste good, Keith." she said swiping her tongue across the slit in his crown before sucking the whole thing in her mouth.

He put his hands on her head and tried to **** more of himself into her mouth. Diana countered by pushing against him, making him trip over his pants, landing on the couch. Diana scurried between his legs, sucking him back in, slurping around his shaft as she bounced up and down on the teacher's cock. Her obvious experience was not lost on Mr. Weaver who was enjoying the feel of her tongue on his member and the feel of the back of her throat. All the while, her panty clad hand was jacking on whatever wasn't in her mouth.

"Keep that up girl, and I'm gonna cum down your throat."