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Pretty in pink

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What would you do to me?

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kxsalt · 2 days

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Your favorite class, your favorite teacher. While all the other students look out the window at the sunny skies, your eyes are trained on the front of the classroom. Your teacher’s hot body visible through the thin white shirt he wore to beat the heat. The breeze kisses your naked pussy under your skirt. Doe eyes glaze over, drifting in and out of listening to his instructions. You feel your mind fall deeper into a trance with each word and gesture.

He walks down the rows of desks, stopping to lean over yours and inspect your work. To look down your shirt. He continues to lecture the class, one hand sliding inside your open top to cup your braless breast. Thumb and finger pinch on your nipple. Waves of pleasure waft through your body from the simple handling. Even in the sticky early summer heat, you crave his touch.

Pulling up your skirt, pushing open your legs. Your wet, needy pussy is in full view of him, now. Standing behind you, he fondles your sensitive tits. He rubs your thighs, then your clit. None of the other students notice, they must be too busy daydreaming. Tilting your head up to flash your bright eyes, his lips meet yours in a French kiss.

Rolling his tongue around yours, two fingers slip into your cunt. He breaks from the kiss and spits a long strand into your open, begging mouth. You keep your lips parted, tongue out - showing him his spit, showing him your submission. He pushes your face into your desk, lifts up your hips, and uses his powerful hands to finger-fuck your bent over body.

Shirt pulled open, skirt folded overtop of your stomach. Everyone must be so jealous. He straightens up and pushes his hard cock into your tight young pussy. Your teacher’s long-winded explanation of the coursework continues, but sounds so far away. All you can hear is the wet smack of his hips driving into your bum. You keep your mouth open like a good girl, like a good slut. It’s so hard to keep his spit in your mouth, it runs down your chin. It’s so shameful how good it feels.

“Fuck me harder, sir.” You mumble. “Fuck my little pussy.” His lecture becomes more incoherent as he starts to cum inside you, his fierce fucking drowns out his speech. “Fuck me like a whore.” Your face is wet from his spit. He tries to talk as he finishes, an unintelligible mess. “What’s that, daddy?” Your cum drunk brain tries to understand, tries to obey.

“I said wake up.”

You jolt upright. Strands of your drool run from your agape mouth to the pool on your desk. Your classmates snicker as he stands in front of your desk. Thighs soaked in your pussy juice, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. The girl next to you laughs as she asks her friend if they heard what you said. Your teacher looks disappointed.

“Falling asleep again? You’ll have to stay after class…”