Til Ms. Cojones gets her own log in, this is what she had to say...
She thrusted her pussy in my face. Delicious, I thought as she slammed the door and I woke up from my little fantasy of my blonde hair blue eyed teacher grinding her hips close to my face as I lapped up her juices. Going to an all female college was supposed to keep me on the straight and narrow but all it managed to do was make me crooked and kinky.
My pussy throbbed all throughout her lecture as she spoke of the women's rights movement. So smart, I thought, and so sexy. The minute hand struck 50 and the class was over. As I raised from my seat, Ms. Baxter grabbed my arm and asked me to stay a few minutes.
"Sure" I answered. She smiled. I watched my classmates leave out. Ms Baxter eased out of her suit jacket. I moved closer to her, she moved her finger across my nipple inside my shirt I inhaled deeply. She smiled.
"It's ok" she whispered. I felt my leg shaking. I had thought of this most of the semester and it was surreal, to be engaged in the actual moment. She locked the classroom door and undressed me hurriedly. I undressed her as quickly as I could fumbling because I wanted too badly to see and touch her naked flesh. I sucked her breasts hungrily like a baby grappling at its mothers nipple for nourishment. I slid my fingers inside her as she slid hers inside me. Ms. Baxter laid down on the desk. I placed my mouth on her clit and began to suck gently. She placed her hands in my fro and pulled my hair. She pulled me to her and kissed me as she began to grind her clit against mine. I grabbed her blonde locks as I bit her neck she moaned in my ear. She came and I followed shortly after. I looked up at the clock, 11:59. Damn, one minute until my next class.
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