40+
In reply Vivianne unbuttoned her pink shirt and took of
her glasses, unpinning her hair. Her young student watched
with his cute mouth hanging open. Of all the things, this
was something he hadn't even considered. His classmates
often called her a prude, she never touched the sexually
explicit topics in their class. Little did they know that
it was because they excited Vivianne so much that she became
incoherent. In her own days as a literature student she
had fucked 8 professors after their discourse on Shakespeare's
Romeo and Juliette and its hidden sexual overtones.
Mrs. Starr, what are you doing? Vincent managed
to say as he watched his teacher expose her massive 36 D mammaries.
You want to pass, don't you Vincent.
Yes, but.
No buts, Vincent. You please me, and I'll help
you pass the exam.
Her hand reached over to his jeans as she massaged his cock
through the rough cotton. Her eyes, filled with lust, looked
into his eyes. Vincent was looking at her assets. Her blonde
hair, fake, fell over her hot 40 year old body. Her shirt
was open all the way, exposing her bra that tried to keep
her huge breasts, real, within the confines of some modesty.
Vincent didn't bother to stop her. He needed the grades,
and fucking a teacher, well, it was a nice locker-room fantasy.
He knew, however, that he wouldn't be able to share
it with friends.
Somethings must remain a secret.