Teacher & Student
“Rosia, you’re late.” “Yes,” she replied concisely. “Stay after class.” She nodded and went back to moaning quietly as she rubbed her neck and collarbones with her tiny hands. When he was standing, he would try to avoid looking in her direction, but she made it so difficult, what with the way she sucked on the tip of her pen, or the way she gazed at his package, or the way her bra strap would fall off her shoulder at just the right moments. She drove him wild, and she knew it. Mr. Velasquez stood by the chalkboard and explained something or other – Rosia wasn’t listening – and avoided her stares until he allowed himself just one peek and found her sitting with her legs open just enough to reveal her perfectly shaven pussy, …