Chelsea Gets her Teen Ass Drilled in Class

In the heart of the classroom, a tight, uniform-clad Chelsea is about to get a lesson none of her textbooks could ever teach. Her brunette locks are bouncing as she bends over her teacher's desk, and her tiny, firm ass is prominently displayed in her tight skirt. But it's not just her ass that's on display - her teacher's hard cock is already starting to push against his trousers, eager to dive into the tight, gaping hole that's been waiting for him.

The class is empty, the door locked, and the only sound is the wet, slurping sounds of Chelsea's mouth as she takes her teacher's cock deep into her throat. She's a natural at this, her eyes watering slightly as she deep-throats him, her cheeks hollowing out as she works to make him beg for more.

But the teacher can't wait any longer. He wants to feel that tight, young ass, to pound it relentlessly until it's a jiggling, red mess. He pulls Chelsea up, spinning her around and bending her over the desk, her skirt hiked up to reveal her tiny thong. With a swift, brutal motion, he tears it off, leaving her bare and ready.

She cries out in surprise and pleasure as he slams into her, his cock filling her up completely. The desk rattles as he pounds into her, his balls slapping against her clit, driving her wild. She reaches back, grabbing onto his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh as she pulls him deeper.

The sight of Chelsea's ass, flushed and red, stretched to its limits, is too much for him. He pulls out, flipping her over and laying her down on the desk. He slides his cock back into her, and she gasps, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she takes him deep.

He can't hold back much longer, and neither can she. With a final, deep thrust, he cums, his hot, sticky load filling her up. He pulls out, and she watches as it drips out of her, glistening on her thighs.

But Chelsea isn't done yet. She wants more. She wants to taste him, to feel him in her mouth again. She pushes herself up, her ass still on the desk, and takes him deep again, swallowing every last drop.

The classroom is filled with the sound of their moans, the smell of their sex, and the sight of their bodies, slick and spent. But they're not done yet. They're just getting started.