This was their first alumni meeting. Mila really wanted to show all former classmates how successful she is. It has only been a year since graduating from school, and she was already married and had a good job on the Federation Council. She didn’t spend too much time on make-up, because besides her former rivals and peers of the guys there would also be a teacher, but Mila decided to furnish everything else for the upper class.

A golden woolen dress that lifted her large elastic breasts, flesh-colored stockings and leopard boots — all this made her irresistible. Several rings and long earrings were supposed to draw attention to her slim fingers and white elegant neck. Little white panties always gave Mile confidence and some devilish behavior.

Going to school, Mila immediately caught on her magnificent breast the hungry eyes of 11th graders who were put on duty at the entrance. It seems they didn’t even recognize yesterday’s Milk-smoking-room from 11a.

Having met with the class teacher and classmates in the old class, they sat down at the table and started a long conversation about who does what, stirred by cheerful laughter. Mile was a little bored to listen about what a heavy session and who is now from the guys in the army. With her work and correspondence studies, her husband as a young official — all these conversations already in her 18 seemed to her childish prattle.

However, the evening gained interest when Sergei with friends appeared in the office. Sergey graduated from the class of the same class teacher ten years ago and by his 26 years he managed to create from scratch himself a successful information service company for ski resorts. A broad-shouldered, two-meter-old male, bald as a billiard ball and pumped up, he immediately became the unofficial center of attention of the entire company, but the girls persistently tried to turn their eyes away from his pumped arms and blushed from his aggressive look.

They drank a little champagne and Mila increasingly began to catch something that slid over the thigh, then compressing her 3rd-sized chest with Sergey’s gaze. She fidgeted in her chair and laid the leg on the leg to check. Her fears were confirmed - the panties could not otlipnut any more from her girl's burning desire. She began to tease Sergei. Without looking at him, she straightened the dress openly, so that he would get the best view of her two desired hemispheres, lick her lips and even stroke the stretched glass.

With lateral vision, she followed Sergey's reaction. He just grinned wickedly and continued to insert his cues into the general conversation in a harsh low voice. Against the general background, Mila certainly was hard not to notice. She looked very young on her face, only 18 years old she was dressed like a gorgeous lady of light, successful, self-confident. To say that Sergei and Mila were drawn to each other to say nothing.

But champagne is champagne and Mile, taking the best girlfriend of school years Olesya by the handle, ran, clattering her heels to the second floor in the ladies' room.

- Well, how do you Serezha? True, men over the years only get better, Olesya chirped.

“Well, nobody's like that, but probably one-lover, he doesn't shine for you,” Mila tried to save the face of her faithful wife.

- He is Monogamous? What have you not heard that he reparted all the girls when he was in grade 11? Up to 8th grade! The cable is still the same.

The idea that if she were older for several years, she, too, could have been under Sergei, started Mila to the limit and closing in the booth, he carefully began to stroke the hardened clitoris.

- Soon you are there?

Mila was able to answer her friend's question only with an excited moo. At that moment, her two fingers were already entering the wet vagina, and her hand was squeezing her left breast.

- I understand everything with you, - Olesya laughed, - as for “finish”, come.

And in the classroom Sergey approached the class teacher and quietly asked

- Please give me the keys to the teacher.

- Sergei, just do not touch Mila, she is married!

- Give me the keys, - Sergey was angry, - and I don’t need to indicate which of your stupid bitches to me to fuck and who not. You do not want those photos to see your husband? This we can quickly arrange.

The teacher meekly handed him the keys, lowered her eyes humbly.

Coming out of the closet, ruddy from a sweet orgasm Mila literally stumbled upon Sergey who was watching her.

“Are you Mila's name?”

“Yes,” the girl timidly mumbled.

“Come on, I'll show you something,” the man pointed to the teacher’s door and Mila had not yet come to her senses when she came in there. A door lock clicked behind his back and Sergei embraced him tightly, hugging the girl close to him.

“Leave me alone,” she murmured uncertainly only by snuggling her plump ass against his steel thighs. His hands were already fumbling over her chest. Crushing and twisting out of the dress big boobs, he put her cancer. Pulled up the dress. And sharply pulled the panties to his knees.

Mila just moaned and tried to spread her legs wider. However, stretching her panties limited her abilities. His fingers slid down her wet little hole. Rotating them like he screwed into the burning flesh of a married lady. She was moaning and bulging her ass to meet the forbidden caresses. His second hand drifted into Mila’s magnificent golden shock of Mila’s hair and dramatically pulled over.

- Well, let's already ... moaned Mila, pompously.

In an instant, he pushed her big cock into her and began obstinately fucking her on the teacher's desk. The table was wobbling to the beat of his strong movements, and Mila was moaning, panting from the orgasm that rolled on her with a new force.

- Yes, yes, like this !!!

His dick ruled in the pussy that belonged to another man. Stretching and driving her to frenzy. He wanted her for an hour and a half, so now with special pleasure he admired her bare ass. Just fucking her quickly became bored and Sergei began to push a young girl up to the very balls, pulling her like a bitch on his leather trunk.

Mila clawed at the table with creams of paper crushing documents, her large breasts rubbed against the results of the controls and essays on the topic of “fathers and children”, and the grease from the pussy of this guy was plentifully flowing through her thighs.

Then he dropped it into her mouth and made her swallow everything to the last drop. So rude her husband did not allow himself to treat her, but in secret she even liked it.

Having tidied herself up by the mirror in the teacher's room, Mila got into the classroom with Sergey's arm. They were met with malicious looks.

Mila sat down at her place and again plunged into the conversation on the topic “remember, like Oleg ...”, and only with a glance she noticed how Sergei, already stretching her hand in the keys, the teacher suddenly met Olesya’s eyes and, after a moment's thought, squeezed the keys again in a massive fist ...

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