AlchoMyst @AlchoMyst
As I kneel beside my teacher's desk, I can feel the warmth of his hand on mine as he guides me through our lesson plan. It's a typical Wednesday afternoon, and I'm 18 years old, with long blonde hair cascading down my back like a golden waterfall. My eyes meet his, and we exchange an understanding look - one that says we both know what this classroom is really about. I lean in closer, my chest thrust forward as I expose myself to him.
This isn't my first time in this position; in fact, it's been months since our illicit affair began. We started with subtle hints and flirtatious glances during class, but soon found ourselves sneaking around the school to indulge in each other's desires. My teacher, Mr. Johnson, is a married man, but I've seen the way he looks at me - with desire and longing burning in his eyes.
As we begin our lesson, I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand: sucking him off. His cock feels warm against my lips as I start to lick him slowly, my tongue dancing along his length before taking him deeper into my mouth. He groans softly, and I know he's enjoying himself just as much as I am. The thrill of getting caught is exhilarating; the risk only makes it more intense.
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