Studentatrix 2 - Willow Ryder

Eriq gets home and she’s already inside, Willow, his student, sitting on his couch like she owns the place. He freezes. She smiles like she just found the winning ticket. She saw the mask, the videos, the whole filthy setup. Now she holds every card and she knows it. No more homework. No more tests. Straight A’s or the whole school finds out their teacher moonlights as a groveling slave. She kicks off her shoes and stretches out one bare foot. He drops. She laughs when his tongue hits her sole. The power hits her harder than the gradebook ever could. Jeans shorts slide down next. Nothing under them but smooth, bare skin and that heavy, perfect ass. She turns, plants his face right between those cheeks, and grinds until his breath turns ragged. Every smothering press, every mocking word sinks deeper: he’s hers now, no negotiation, no escape. She rides his tongue like a throne while he worships every inch she offers—ass, feet, the warm scent under her arms—until the only grade that matters is how well he obeys.