My Math Teacher

Danny strolls into the soapy massage joint, and bam—his jaw drops. There's India, his old high school math teacher, rocking that masseuse getup. She's fidgeting, clearly thrown off by the reunion, but Danny? Man's got history. He'd crushed hard on her back in the day, so he flashes that grin and says she's the one he wants. No backing out now. She strips him down, eyes darting, then guides him to the steamy tub. Hands slick with soap, she scrubs his chest, his thighs... then wraps those fingers around his cock and balls, stroking slow and teasing. Danny's rock hard, pulse racing—can't resist grabbing her curves, pulling her close. Out of the tub, she spreads him on the mattress like a feast. Her body's all slippery magic, gliding over his skin, tits pressing, hips grinding. She drops low, lips locking onto his dick, sucking him deep with expert flicks of her tongue. Damn, he sinks back, loving every second. Always knew she was a smokeshow, but this? She's a goddamn wildfire, sucking skills that blow his mind. She tugs him to the shower next, steam rising, and that's it—she's all in. Bends over, ass up, begging for it. Danny slams in hard, pounding her tight pussy till she's moaning. He unloads deep inside, pulls out to paint her tits with the rest, and walks out grinning like the cat that got the cream.