bastard1111 @bastard1111
As I stand at the front of the classroom, I'm met with a stern expression. My 20-year-old student sits across from me, her eyes fixed intently on mine as she awaits my next instruction. The air is tense, filled with the weight of expectation and discipline.
My fingers begin to move slowly across her skin, tracing the curves of her body as she remains still beneath me. The chalkboard behind us stands as a reminder of our surroundings, a stark contrast to the intimate moment unfolding before it.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I explore every inch of her skin, each touch sending shivers through her body. The muted green walls seem to fade into the background, replaced by the intense connection building between us.
As my fingers delve deeper, I'm met with a mixture of resistance and surrender from my student. It's clear she's both eager for this experience yet also struggling to let go of her inhibitions.
Her eyes lock onto mine once more as she begins to relax beneath me, her body opening up to the touch. The polished wood floor seems to fade away as we become lost in each other's gaze, the tension between us building with every passing moment.
