My Teacher Wanted To Teach Me Math And Ended Up Showing Me Her Bouncing Booty

“Can’t argue with that logic, Ma.” He glanced at Duke, a silent exchange passing between them that Josie couldn’t decipher but felt in the twist of her stomach—a sensation that was equal parts thrilling and forbidden. Wyatt’s hand settled on her hip, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there, each movement deliberate, reverent. Wyatt’s, brushing her other side, was long and hard, like a stallion ready to claim her. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. They held her between them, their breaths ragged, the water lapping around their bodies like a gentle caress. she wondered, her mind spinning. The sincerity in his eyes broke her last defenses, her pussy throbbing with the need to surrender. “You boys worked up a sweat, too. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together, his cock hard against her belly. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to feel something other than responsibility. Her pussy throbbed around him, still sensitive from her earlier poundings, but the sensation was electric, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her.