She stands at the edge of the desk, her long legs crossed and her sensible pencil skirt obscuring her nylon-clad thighs. Her matching green cardigan accentuates her curves and the pencil in her hand taps a gentle beat. The white blouse she wears highlights her high-collared neck, and her long chestnut hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders. Her name, Miss Thorne, is etched on a plaque on the door, but today, she’s ditching her uptight demeanor for a kinky night on the town. Her teacher’s voice commands attention, but tonight, her students are here to pull her pantyhose down and follow their primal urges. She leans forward, staring intently at the whiteboard, and her students move in for the kill. They pull the hose down—one at a time—with anticipation piercing through the air. Miss Thorne’s breasts bounce as her pantyhose are tugged down, her ripples struggling to be freed from their confinement. Her heart races as she watches their steamy desires glimmering in their eyes. They take her in their lusty grip, their lips tracing her form from head to toe. They caress her silky thighs in a frenzy, their hands tracing every curve, every contour, and every nook. They spread her legs, revealing her trembling pussy, and dive in deep. One of them nuzzles her pussy, spreading her moist cavern open with his tongue, and the others mount her. They are a moving symphony of adoration and appreciation, penetrating her from every angle, as she moans in pure ecstasy. Her passion builds as they each take turns, delivering a rhythmic pounding that resonates throughout her body.