I’ve always had a soft spot for Anthony, my 26-year-old student. His wit, charm, and devilishly handsome looks made it hard to focus on the lesson plan. But tonight, I wasn’t his teacher; I was just a woman, craving his touch.
The classroom was empty, save for the two of us. The air was thick with anticipation as I leaned against my desk, my body on full display in a tight black dress. “You know, Anthony, you’ve been a very naughty boy,” I purred, running my fingers through my hair.
His eyes darkened with desire as he approached me, his gaze never leaving mine. “And what makes you say that, Ms. Fraser?” he asked, his voice husky with need.
I smirked, feeling the heat pool between my thighs. “Well, for starters, you’ve been teasing me all semester. It’s time I taught you a lesson.”
His lips curled into a wicked grin as he closed the distance between us. “I’ve been waiting for this all year, Ms. Fraser,” he growled, his hands finding their way to my hips.
My breath hitched as he pulled me closer, his hardness pressing against me. “Call me Janet,” I whispered, my hands trailing down his chest. “Tonight, I’m not your teacher.”
His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding. I moaned into the kiss, my body melting into his as his hands roamed my curves. He broke away, leaving me panting for more. “Janet,” he breathed, his eyes filled with lust. “I want you so fucking bad.”
I bit my lip, feeling the ache between my legs grow. “Then take me, Anthony,” I whispered, my fingers tugging at his belt. “I’m all yours.”
His eyes flashed with desire as he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. My dress hiked up, revealing my lacy black thong. He groaned at the sight, his fingers tracing the edges of the fabric. “Fuck, Janet,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hardness. “Then do something about it,” I challenged, my body aching for his touch.
He growled, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong. He pulled it down, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt behind me. “Oh, I intend to,” he promised, his breath hot against my skin.
I gasped as his fingers found my wetness, teasing my sensitive flesh. He chuckled, his thumb circling my clit. “You’re so wet for me, Janet,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
I moaned, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “Please, Anthony,” I begged, my body trembling with need. “I need you inside me.”
He growled, his fingers leaving my pussy. I heard the sound of his zipper, followed by the rustle of fabric. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, teasing me. “Is this what you want, Janet?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded, my body aching for him. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his cock filling me in one swift thrust. I cried out, my body arching against him. He stilled, letting me adjust to his size. “Fuck, Janet,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel so fucking good.”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Move, Anthony,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his hips snapping against mine. I cried out, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he fucked me hard and fast. “You like that, Janet?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He growled, his hips snapping against mine. I cried out, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he fucked me hard and fast. “You like that, Janet?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder. I cried out, my body trembling as I felt the orgasm build inside me. “Come for me, Janet,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Come on my cock.”
I screamed, my body shattering as the orgasm washed over me. He groaned, his hips snapping against mine as he found his own release. “Fuck, Janet,” he groaned, his body trembling with pleasure. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I collapsed against the desk, my body still trembling with pleasure. He pulled out of me, his body still shaking with the after
I’ve always had a soft spot for Anthony, my 26-year-old student. His wit, charm, and devilishly handsome looks made it hard to focus on the lesson plan. But tonight, I wasn’t his teacher; I was just a woman, craving his touch.
The classroom was empty, save for the two of us. The air was thick with anticipation as I leaned against my desk, my body on full display in a tight black dress. “You know, Anthony, you’ve been a very naughty boy,” I purred, running my fingers through my hair.
His eyes darkened with desire as he approached me, his gaze never leaving mine. “And what makes you say that, Ms. Fraser?” he asked, his voice husky with need.
I smirked, feeling the heat pool between my thighs. “Well, for starters, you’ve been teasing me all semester. It’s time I taught you a lesson.”
His lips curled into a wicked grin as he closed the distance between us. “I’ve been waiting for this all year, Ms. Fraser,” he growled, his hands finding their way to my hips.
My breath hitched as he pulled me closer, his hardness pressing against me. “Call me Janet,” I whispered, my hands trailing down his chest. “Tonight, I’m not your teacher.”
His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding. I moaned into the kiss, my body melting into his as his hands roamed my curves. He broke away, leaving me panting for more. “Janet,” he breathed, his eyes filled with lust. “I want you so fucking bad.”
I bit my lip, feeling the ache between my legs grow. “Then take me, Anthony,” I whispered, my fingers tugging at his belt. “I’m all yours.”
His eyes flashed with desire as he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. My dress hiked up, revealing my lacy black thong. He groaned at the sight, his fingers tracing the edges of the fabric. “Fuck, Janet,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hardness. “Then do something about it,” I challenged, my body aching for his touch.
He growled, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong. He pulled it down, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt behind me. “Oh, I intend to,” he promised, his breath hot against my skin.
I gasped as his fingers found my wetness, teasing my sensitive flesh. He chuckled, his thumb circling my clit. “You’re so wet for me, Janet,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
I moaned, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “Please, Anthony,” I begged, my body trembling with need. “I need you inside me.”
He growled, his fingers leaving my pussy. I heard the sound of his zipper, followed by the rustle of fabric. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, teasing me. “Is this what you want, Janet?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded, my body aching for him. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his cock filling me in one swift thrust. I cried out, my body arching against him. He stilled, letting me adjust to his size. “Fuck, Janet,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel so fucking good.”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Move, Anthony,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his hips snapping against mine. I cried out, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he fucked me hard and fast. “You like that, Janet?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He growled, his hips snapping against mine. I cried out, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he fucked me hard and fast. “You like that, Janet?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Anthony,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder. I cried out, my body trembling as I felt the orgasm build inside me. “Come for me, Janet,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Come on my cock.”
I screamed, my body shattering as the orgasm washed over me. He groaned, his hips snapping against mine as he found his own release. “Fuck, Janet,” he groaned, his body trembling with pleasure. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I collapsed against the desk, my body still trembling with pleasure. He pulled out of me, his body still shaking with the after
