Fucking my big booty teacher in the elevator like there is no tomorrow

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in a metal coffin of lust. My teacher, Ms. Johnson, her massive ass encased in a tight leather skirt, turned to face me. Her eyes, lined with thick black makeup, locked onto mine. She didn’t say a word, just hit the stop button, and the elevator lurched to a halt. She pushed me against the cold wall, her breath hot on my neck. “I’ve been watching you, little fuckboy,” she growled. “Seeing how you stare at my ass in class. Today, you’re going to get a close-up.” She bent over, her skirt riding up to reveal black lace thong stretched taut over her juicy ass cheeks. I dropped to my knees, tearing the lace aside. Her pussy was slick, glistening. I dove in, tongue licking her wet slit, fucking her with it. She moaned, grinding against my face. “That’s it,” she panted. “Eat that pussy like a good boy.” My cock throbbed, trapped in my jeans. She reached back, slapping my face with her ass. “Not yet,” she commanded. “First, you make me cum.”

Suddenly, she spun around, her skirt flipped up, exposing her entirely. She grabbed my hair, pulling me up. Her mouth crashed onto mine, her tongue fierce. She fumbled with my belt, freeing my hard cock. She stroked it, her hand rough and demanding. “Fuck me,” she commanded, turning around, bending over again. Her ass was massive, inviting. I lined up, my cockhead pressing against her wet pussy. She looked back, her eyes wild. “Do it,” she demanded. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.” I slammed into her, my cock disappearing into her tight, wet cunt. She screamed, a primal sound of pleasure. I pounded her, my hips slapping against her ass. The elevator shook with each thrust, our fucking wild and raw. Her tits bounced, her moans filled the small space. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, feeling her body tense. “Cum for me,” I growled. She exploded, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I roared, my orgasm ripping through me. My cum shot out, filling her depths. She moaned, her body shaking. We stood there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. The elevator, our fucking machine, finally started moving again, carrying us down, our sins echoing in the metal box.