bastard1111 @bastard1111
The classroom was always where I felt most at home. As a professor of women's studies, I had spent countless hours lecturing to row upon row of eager young minds. And yet, today felt different. Today, I was here with a student who had caught my eye in more ways than one.
Emily was her name - or rather, Emily Johnson. She was a bright and ambitious thing, always eager to please and quick on the uptake. But there was something about her that made me feel like she was special. Something that drew me in, made me want to get closer to her.
As I stood at the front of the room, my eyes met hers across the desk. She looked up at me with a hint of mischief in her eye - and I knew right then that something had changed between us. Something fundamental, that went beyond mere teacher-student boundaries.
The fingers tracing along Emily's cleft were long-fingered, probing deep into the depths of her pussy as they searched for a reaction, a response to touch that could leave no doubt in their mind about what she was feeling. As her body responded - tensing up and releasing, over again - Nicole leaned in closer still. Her face inches from Emily's cleft now, the scent of her arousal filled her nostrils, making her mouth water with anticipation.
With a groan, Emily pulled herself free from Nicole's grasp before turning around to sit on the edge of the desk. "That feels amazing,"
