I stare at him and twirl my pen on my tongue and between my lips.
My teacher is so incredibly sexy. I want him so badly. I stare at him and twirl my pen on my tongue and between my lips. He watches me. Before class, I unbutton the top buttons of my white uniform shirt and let him look down at my tits, while he walks around the class. His hand caresses my shoulder & moving my hair as he leans down, breathes deeply and whispers how good I smell.
I close my eyes and soak up his touch. He glances at me from across the room and then shifts his junk from side to side. He turns me on, my pussy tingles. I squeeze my thighs together, so tightly, secretly, then relax my thighs, it feels good. My pussy is wet. I want him. I pull my plaid, pleated skirt up and open my legs as he heads down the isle towards me. Looking at my wet pink cotton panties.
He goes back to his desk & stays there the rest of class I can only imagine his huge cock wanting to fuck me, wanting to fuck me, just so hard, throbbing. I'm so wicked horny all I want to do is fuck him. A quick fingering will have to do as I head to the bathroom. I balance with my one foot up on the toilet seat and rub my clit hard and fast, I cum quick.
I walk over to his desk and he can smell my pussy on my fingers and tells me he's going to jack off after class, that he is going to rub his hard cock while remembering the smell of my fingers. When I get home from school, I lock my bedroom door, turn my music up and play with my pussy. Thinking about Mr. Moodrow's hard cock, how bad he wants me to fuck him and how naughty I am.