Nylon Lasso Heel-Scrubbing Nutload - Art teacher asks her student for help to correct tests after class
As the class ended and the students filed out, the art teacher remained seated on her desk, arms stretched out, face forward, breathing steadily. Her body didn't give much away, but the way she held herself spoke volumes of her readiness. I took a step back, wandering between touches and casual updates. A trigger phrase like scrubbing the bottom of her nylon-clad feet - "I'm listening... here and there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Those wrinkled soles... they're so beautiful, crossed." The heel of her booty call BBC dangled invitingly off the edge of the desk.
I let the rhythm change while working on her, sometimes slow, sometimes abrupt. Pulling her heels with force, dragging them and pushing them to the edge. I started cumming again before I could even say anything – heavy this time, bright and thick, stretching and gluing where her heels met. Still no words from her. Only when I asked if she could hear me did she turn her head - just enough to look back and see what loomed behind her, tensing again. "You're not getting tired, are you?" Something in the way she said it left me feeling flustered - as if she already knew how close I was. No smile, no change. Just that clinical, calm reading that hit me harder than anything else.
I couldn't help but tear a hole in the nylon rope that held her heel in place - that delicate yet strong weave that kept it flat and angled towards her calf. I pushed myself in where her head pressed, filling her up. The teacher's gaze remained fixed on me as I continued to fuck her face with my cock, cumming again and again on her perfect, wrinkled soles.