As she perched on the edge of her stool she felt her phone vibrating so she removed it from her pocket. Two new text messages – good. She imagined t...he first would be from the agency to say that her payment had been received by credit card and that it had been paid to her account as usual, and the second would be from her client with a room number. She took a sip of the cold bubbles and opened the first message. As she had expected her account had received a sizable credit. The second message. I had his shirt open, and he already had my blouse off. I pushed on his chest gently, and he scrambled up onto the bed. I jumped up and straddled his thighs as I undid his belt, the snap, then the zipper. I reached in his boxers and took out his hard cock.“I’m so sorry, my baby. I need you to be with me. You can come to my bed anytime you want. I will take care of you in any way you want me to. I need you to touch me. I need you to make love to me. Can you do that, my love? Can you hold me at. Kneeling before me she sucked on my cock, transforming it into a bar of steel."My pussy is ready," she said bending over the bath tub.I grabbed her hips and lunged forward, burying my cock in her drenched pussy in a single stroke. I gripped her tits and started fucking. After a short fuck, she had a nice hard come. When she recovered, she reached back and guided my cock to her asshole. "I want you here, too," she said.I pushed my cock gently into her ass. Soon she was bucking her ass as my. Ealings, her divorced middle-aged History teacher wondered if the raven-haired coquette understood how her absent-minded sucking on a pen inflamed him and made him long to take his cock out of his pants right there in the class. He wanted so badly to throatfuck the pretty teen, there and then. Make the tease swallow his cum this time, not have it go to waste in tissue paper like so many other times she’d inspired him towards ejaculation. Mr. Ealings wondered if Caitlin knew of his dirty.