The Tutor

Tutor Brett Rossi's got her hands full with student Cadence Lux, drilling into anatomy and physiology. Cadence is pissed off, brain-fried from trying to cram it all in but nothing sticking. Tests piling up, rent due—stress hitting her hard with backaches and a stiff neck. Lucky for her, Brett's no stranger to knots; she used to be a masseuse. She yanks up her skirt, ready to dig in. Cadence spots those black panties and stammers they should hit the books instead. Nah, Brett smirks, a quick break and rubdown will prime that noggin to soak up the lesson like a sponge. Cadence plays along, peels off her top, and flops belly-down. Brett grabs oil—says ditch the shorts or they'll be a greasy mess. She works those tight ass cheeks, but Cadence squirms, uneasy. To loosen things up, Brett strips down too, keeping just her panties on. She plops right on Cadence's ass and gets to it, dragging her big, bouncy titties all over her back. Brett tugs off Cadence's panties, then shimmies out of her own. She slides her slick body along Cadence's backside, heating things up. Flips her over, pours oil everywhere on that soft skin. Kneads those pectorals firm and bold, pries her legs wide. Eases down till her face meets that pussy. With her expert lesbian mouth, she devours it, tongue-fucking till Cadence explodes in orgasm. 'Best damn relaxation trick in the book,' Brett grins. Brett swings a leg over and grinds her wet pussy right against Cadence's, tribbing like pros. Cadence spins around, dives in to lap at Brett's clit. Brett rides that eager tongue hard, bucking till she cums buckets into her mouth. Not done yet—Brett dives back, fingers pounding another screaming orgasm from Cadence's sweet, dripping cunt.