School Teacher's Secret

Seth Gamble strolls into this massage joint, just needing some quarters for the parking meter. But bam—he freezes when he spots the masseuse, India Summer. She's all flustered too, cheeks flushing red. Turns out, they know each other: she's his kid's school teacher! Seth's dying to grill her on this side hustle, but India dodges, batting away his questions like pesky flies. He's hooked, inching closer. Damn, no wonder she's the favorite teacher—sexy as hell. India's a mess, begging him to zip it about her gig. She knows it's dicey, just scraping by, doesn't want the heat. Seth smirks, playing the card: 'Nah, I gotta blab—this is way too shady to bury.' Classic cocky move, twisting the knife. Then he drops the bomb: forget I saw a thing, if you hit me with a Nuru massage. India's no fool, saw it coming, but she nods. Fine, one slippery session, secret stays locked, and he's out the door. She starts hesitant, rinsing him down, hands gliding over his skin. But as she works the oil in, something shifts. Screw reservations—time to own this. She strips bare, slides her slick body all over his, teasing every inch. Grabs his cock, wraps her lips around it, sucking with a wicked grin. Before long, she's on top, sinking down on him, pussy gripping tight as she rides hard. Who knew a close call could flip into her hottest win?