Refuses

"Yes," Taylor smirks, "you may lock the classroom door."

She thrusts her tremendous tits and push the teacher back. Calista take a step back and bumps into the table. Without letting her come to her senses, Taylor comes up close and bend to the teacher, Taylor's huge jugs are pressing Calista to down.

"Do you have another question?"

"No," Ms. Monteiro are mumbling, "don't worry, I'll lock door."

"Good." Taylor straightens up and pays no attention to the teacher. "John, come with me."

You glance at the trembling teacher and silently follow Taylor. She open the office's door and lets you come in, then she come in office and you hear Calista closing and locking the classroom door.

"Taylor, why you didn't close the office door?"

"Why?" She smiles and winks. "Calista closed the classroom door, so no one bothers us."

"But Ms. Monteiro..."

"Let she envy." Taylor grabs the bottom of her top. "Enough talk, take off your clothes and sit in the chair."

You decide not to argue and quickly undress. In less than a minute your clothes has been lying on the floor, and you have been sitting in the teacher's chair. Topless Taylor has been bending over you and french kissing you, her large tits are pressed to your chest and your hands are gripping and fondling them. Her fingers are jerking your hard dick and tickling the balls. Taylor's tongue leaves your mouth and licks your lips. Her kisses descend lower: jaw, neck, collarbone and then rises up your neck to your ear. She bites your earlobe and her hand squeezes your steel-hard manhood. Her hot breath hits your ear:

"I think you're ready for big fun!"

Taylor kneels between your spreaded legs, her pouty lips kiss and embraces your knob. In next moment you can't hold the cry of pleasure - she had swallowed all your cock in one motion, so her lips are caressing the base of your dick now. Taylor are slow rising her head up and her tongue swirling around your hard shaft. Her mouth releases your steel-hard all-wet manhood and she catch it in her great canyon.

"So, John, tell me what you think about my girls?"

"They're amazing - huge, firm and velvet." You can't resist the causticity. "As the Cherilynne's jugs."

Taylor frowns and speaks defiantly:

"I'll show you who is the best!"

She's moving her tits up and down by your rod, sucking and licking your knob, then it's appeared from her cleavage. You lean back in a chair and squeeze the armrests, she's really very skillfull and you're mesmersiing by her worshiping to your cock. All her motions and figure irradiating lust and passion.

"Oh yes, Taylor, do it! Are you my bitch, would you?"

Involuntarily you push her lightly and she answers husky:

"Yes, John, I'm your bitch, your bitch in heat. Give me your ambrosia!"

She returns to your cock and begins to suck and care it with a vengeance. You puts hands on her head and caress her black silky hair. Her heavenly tits are squeezing and massaging your manhood and her lips and tongue do their best to your knob. You hear suspicious sounds and mumbls from the classroom, looks like Ms. Monteiro has her own fun.

"I'm close!"

You're pushing her head to down and Taylor again swallow all your rod. You raise your pelvic and push her head at same time, the pressure of her hot wet throat is coup de grâce to your steel hard manhood. Your thick manjuice flooding her throat.

"Fuck! Eat my cum, bitch!" You're roaring. "I'll feed you the best treat in your life!"

Taylor are greedily eating all your jizz, until you stops. Then she's cleaning your flaccid dick and straightens without rising from her knees. You puts your hands on her heaving jugs and strongly squeeze them. She looks into your eyes and raises her perfect eyebrow, you say:

"It was wonderful, Taylor." She smiles and you checks watch on the wall. "And we have enough time to dress up."

She leans forward and stands up, so heavy globes of the titsflesh slide over your stomach, chest and face.

You both quickly get dressed and leave the office. In the classroom, you see a flushed Ms. Monteiro, she is lying on the table and her panties are down to her knees. Her right hand is under her blouse and fondling her boobs, her skirt raised to waist and her left hand is on and in her pussy. Teacher's hips and table between them is wet by her juices.

"Thanks for the help, Calista." Taylor's voice is full of confidence and power. "Maybe next time, I'll let you join us. Or John'll use you himself."

Cheerleader open classdoor and you come out of class. She hugs and quickly kiss you.

"See soon, stallion."

"See you, babe."

You slap her ass and she leaves.