Half His Age - Part 2

Under the veil of midnight shadows, Heather (Kristen Scott) fires off a venomous text to Lola (Jill Kassidy), luring her into a clandestine rendezvous. The vixens converge, and Heather brandishes the damning video, her voice a razor edge: spill this to the world and bury you and your sleazy teacher, unless you bend to my whims. Panic claws at Lola's throat; in a blur of fury, she smashes a blow to Heather's skull, crumpling her to the floor in unconscious haze. Heart pounding, Lola dials Mr. Davies (Charles Dera) despite knowing he's tangled in his wife's (Cherie DeVille) arms. The phone shatters their heated fuck—his cock buried deep in her slick heat—when his frantic teen paramour wails into the line, unraveling in terror. To muzzle the chaos and dodge prying eyes, he hisses orders: stuff the bitch in your ride and haul ass to the family cabin. He spins a flimsy lie to his wife and bolts into the night. At the dim-lit retreat, he hauls sobbing Lola inside, her tears soaking the air with raw dread as they hash out the nightmare ahead. Davies grasps the noose tightening—not just the school board's wrath, but ruin absolute—so he steels himself, fighting her hysteria until exhaustion claims her on the bed. Prowling the adjacent room, mind racing for escape, he freezes as Heather stirs awake. Eyes blazing accusation, she plays the wounded prey, her pleas twisting into sultry coercion, demanding he claim her too. Resistance crumbles; he ravages her with savage thrusts, pounding her tight young pussy in forbidden surrender.