Discipline Dilemma

Reagan Foxx stands at the front like a wall in a pencil skirt. She crosses her arms, gives Shay that teacher stare. Shay, cheeks flushed, pushes back, her big tits testing the buttons on her blouse. Their voices rise over Demi Hawks sprawled on the couch, legs swinging, smirk sharp. The girl thinks she can dodge both of them. Turns out she just gave them something to agree on. Reagan steps in close, Shay meets her halfway. Fingers curl around wrists. Clothes loosen quick. Blonde hair brushes brunette as mouths find each other, tongues lazy, hungry. Reagan palms Shay’s heavy breasts, thumbs flicking nipples till they peak. Shay’s hand slips under Reagan’s skirt, finds wet heat and pushes two fingers straight in. Their moans mix with Demi’s soft gasp. Reagan guides Shay onto the desk, spreads her thighs, licks slow circles over slick folds while Shay’s hips roll. The stepmom grabs Reagan’s hair, grinds harder. They switch fast—Reagan bends, tits swinging, Shay behind her licking from clit to ass, tongue greedy. The two women trade places again, legs tangled, fingers pumping in rhythm till both shudder hard, slick coating their thighs. For once, the rulebook stays closed.