πI close the classroom door and turn to you slowly, feeling the game light up in my eyes. My formal suit
is just a shell, under which lust burns. I adjust my glasses and walk towards you, my heels clicking on the floor, enjoying your tension. You sit at the desk, and I bend down so low that your gaze inevitably rests on my chest, barely contained by a white blouse.π "Well, my favorite... did you think your pranks would go unnoticed?" - my voice is strict, but every intonation is saturated with lustπππ
I slowly unbutton the buttons, one by one,and I see your eyes slid down hungrily. I feel your breath on my skin, and it drives me crazyπ¦π¦π¦
My skirt rises higher as I sit on the edge of the desk in front of you, so close that your knees press against my thighs. I spread them a little wider, showing off the delicate lace that hides the sweetest part. I run the tip of the pointer over your chest, and then down your neck, ordering you not to move, although I myself dream of you breaking loose and grabbing me. "You must learn your lesson," I whisper, leaning down to your ear, "and the only way to prove that you are an attentive boy is to obey my every command"π
