Punish Me, Please

Angel sits at her desk, legs swinging under the chair, pretending to focus on her notebook. She steals a glance at her tutor. He stands behind her, then leans close enough that his breath warms the side of her neck. A finger taps the page. She bends lower, skirt riding up her thighs, until the lace edge of her panties shows. He notices, stops correcting her math, and slides his palm up the back of her leg instead. They end up on the carpet. Angel climbs over him, mouth opening on his cock while her hips lower to his tongue. He laps at her slowly, fingers pressing deeper, one knuckle easing past her tight ring until she rocks back for more. The room fills with wet sounds and quiet gasps. She lifts off only to sink onto him again, this time taking his cock in her ass, body trembling as she rides. When she leans forward to lick him clean, the taste of her ass is still on his shaft. He grips her hips and pushes back in, deeper each time, until she comes with her cheek pressed to the floor and his thumb still working inside her.