Teaching her a lesson
She was moving closer in a suggestive manner, and it was obvious she was flirting. She asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "Making you uncomfortable."
It was clear that I was succeeding. I took a step back and asked, "What's happening? I just told you I hate you."
"Yes, you did," she said, her fingers reaching out and grabbing my shirt, stopping me from backing away. "And that you want me, like I said when I arrived, even though you pretended you didn't hear me."
"I'm confused," I responded.
"It's simple," she replied, as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips approached my ear and I could feel them on my skin as she whispered, "There are two things I want from a man. The first one is to be worshipped like a goddess."
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let her get to work on my belt as I went to work on her shorts. Pink panties. Bright pink. As pink as the thing inside them. "And the second one?"
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Read the filthy story between a teacher and his mischievous students as they attempt to entice him.
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