Mean Teacher 2 - Kaiya Rose

Miss Rose keeps her class in check by treating the boys like hired help. They scrub her car in the sun, mop her kitchen floor, and hand over cash just to pass. Word reaches the principal and he storms into her office ready to fire her on the spot. She shuts the door, sizes him up, and starts giving orders. He tries to talk back but the words catch in his throat. Something about the way she stands there, tall and thick, makes him feel small. He sinks to his knees before he can stop himself. She plants her bare foot on his chest, pushes him flat, and lowers her heavy ass onto his face. Her skin is smooth and warm, smelling of lotion and sweat. He breathes in deep, tongue working every curve while she rocks slow and deliberate. Every time he tries to speak she presses down harder, smothering the noise. She lifts just long enough for him to catch air, then plants her soles on his mouth, toes spreading against his tongue. He licks between them, tasting salt, and she laughs low in her throat. Her body towers over him, full tits pressing against her blouse, thick ass settling back down until the only thing he can do is worship. She rides his face until her thighs shake, grinding every inch of herself over his mouth and nose. When she stands he stays on the floor, hard, obedient, already waiting for the next command.