I can’t stop thinking about you, I anticipate our lesson every week
The way you talk, the way you teach, it makes me feel weak
I fantasize about you when you are there
You dazzle me with your gorgeous hair
I imagine I am the only one in the class
I can’t stop checking out your toned ass
I wonder what’s underneath your blouse
I bet you’ve silky skin and how
Your talking, professional, as always
Your eyes always attract my gaze
How do I tell you how I feel?
I will wait till the end of the lesson and kneel?
It’s so long waiting for the time to pass by
I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eye
The others are working, heads are all face down
You put your pen in your mouth, licking all around
Oh my god I’m rock hard I can’t even move
What have you done to me, oh I do approve
You unbutton one button and pull down one side
I see your neck, I’m here hypnotized
The class is over, I can’t get up
Embarrassingly enough, I’m up and stuck
The class walks out, there’s just me and you
You approach me, oh god, what are you going to do?
“i know what you want, we haven’t got much time”
“relax, enjoy, I’m going to make you mine”
She unzips my fly and releases me from my trap
She drops to her knees and starts sucking just like that
She looks at me with her eyes, turning me on
She leans forward just enough to expose her thong
Oh my god, she’s amazing, she is so good at that
I can’t stop myself, oh god there’s no going back
She continues to suck she doesn’t even stop
Oh my god she took it all, every single drop
” Now perhaps you can concentrate in my class”
“i saw you every time checking out my ass”
I zip myself up amazed at what just went on
The next class starts to enter “come on class, move along”
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Phil lister 30/09/17
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