The verb conjugations were blurring together when Adeline’s foot brushed my calf under the desk. Her dark eyes held a challenge. “I need help with… pronunciation,” she whispered in thickly accented English. “Come.”

She led me to the single-stall faculty bathroom, the click of the lock echoing. Before I could ask about cases, her hands were on my chest. “No more lessons,” she purred, her fingers popping the buttons of her blouse. “I want your cock.”

Her tits spilled out, full and heavy with dark, stiff nipples begging for my mouth. I sucked one, my tongue swirling as she moaned, grinding her denim-clad pussy against my thigh. “Feel how wet I am for you,” she breathed, her hands yanking down her jeans and lace panties. Her cunt was bare, shaved smooth and glistening. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filled the tiny room.

She dropped to her knees, fumbling with my belt and zipper. My dick sprang out, already leaking. “Such a big, thick русский член,” she grinned before swallowing me whole. Her throat worked around my shaft, slurping and gagging softly, her spit making a slick, filthy sound. I tangled my hands in her dark hair, fucking her face until she pulled back, a string of precum connecting her lips to my tip.

“Now,” she demanded, turning to brace her hands on the sink. Her ass cheeks spread, offering her dripping wet slit. “Fuck me hard. Пожалуйста.”

I guided my cockhead to her entrance, rubbing it through her soaked