I always take the seat in the front of class. My professor is not only smokin hot but a high class gentleman. I seem to have a problem taking my eyes off of him during class. I’m always the last one to leave class. It’s just in my nature to flirt with him. He pulled me aside the other day and wanted to speak to me privately in regards to my seductive flirting. I guess I’ve been doing it in front of all the other students and it doesn’t look good. I gave him a evil smile while I backed my body up against the chalk board, lifting my skirt up in front of him. Pulling my panties aside pushing my fingers up my wet pussy. I watched his bulge grow as he sat in his chair watching me. Pulling my fingers out nice and slow, our eyes locked. My fingers were glistening with my abundant juices. He gave me an animalistic growl, reaching forward grabbing my thighs pulling me on top of him.
I’m such a slutty little student. I’m sure you can teach me a few things.
Kisses,
Summer
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