Boarding School Girls Gone WIld

School's out and the five girls are horny. One teacher sits tied to a chair while they circle him like cats on the prowl. Marisol, Allie, Lucid, Brat, and the fifth unnamed classmate keep him hard and aching with nothing but their hands and their mouths. No release. Every stroke stops short. Every lick teases then retreats. Allie climbs onto his face, thong pulled aside, her ass grinding slow and heavy. The rest laugh while they edge his cock—fingers squeezing, nails dragging, lips barely touching the head before pulling away. His groans get lost under Allie’s soft, wet skin. He’s desperate. They know it. They keep him right there, hips bucking, muscles tight, one heartbeat from spilling and never allowed to cross it. Big tits strain against half-open blouses. Black hair swings across his chest as someone leans in for another cruel, feather-light stroke. Blonde strands brush his thigh when the next girl takes her turn. They own the room. They own him. And none of them are finished playing.