Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

"I love it," she babbled, clawing his sweaty hard shoulders, "I love it!"

Her only other worry was that he'd come too, like he'd done before, but again he astonished her. He pumped away like a piston, a tireless fucking machine, and she came again and again until her little flooded box was deliciously sore and satisfied. In fact she was getting more than she'd dreamed of.

"Darling," she said at last, "that's enough, for God's sake. I won't be able to walk."

Don kept slamming his huge rock-hard cock in her soaked little box. "I want you to remember this," he panted.

"Oh, I'll remember," Jane gasped. "Just come now, please!"

He obligingly flooded her with steamy thick come, groaning with pleasure, but he didn't roll off her. His limp wet prick stayed firmly lodged in her gripping little cunt. Jane purred with satisfaction, stroking his hard sweat-drenched body.

"You'd better leave now, Mr. Davis," she said primly. "I'm sure you have papers to grade."

He chuckled, but he didn't move. She felt his cock growing hard again.