who here at us "sniffs contemptuously at troechnik when checks their control"? We are all slaves of habits, but now she will “erotically lick her lips, thinking of strong male members, every time she calls someone to the blackboard”. Enter.

Oh, on my Alenka, it was expensive to watch! As her flushed face twisted with desire when she called Micah to the blackboard. Damn, it really worked! I wish she had had this habit before, maybe she would have become an excellent student in English.

The call from the lesson was for Alena Petrovna salvation from the painful presence of the students. Without waiting for everyone to disperse, she flew out of the class with an arrow, fiddling with her hips. Then I did not even doubt where and why she had rushed off. Now in the teacher’s toilet there will be another scene and I'll be damned if I miss all the fun. It is time to raise the stakes.

I do not know what explanations others had, and whether anyone noticed the difference, but I had a stake on the thought of how she relieves tension with her naughty little hands. I had 5 points and this was just enough for the last correction. At first I found out what she wanted now and, of course, she wanted to finish. Test, finally, your explosive orgasm. And she wants help in this matter from me, Alexandra Pronkova. Enter. Satisfied, like a sinner who unexpectedly received a ticket to Paradise, I put the phone away, walked out of the class, and slowly walked toward the teacher’s toilet. Hurry was nothing.

Of course, I was not surprised when the teacher with a disheveled look came out of the outhouse, looking predatory, as if looking for someone. Finding me with her starving look, she unceremoniously grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the toilet, mumbling something about an urgent matter in which I should help her. I did not resist. Is it possible to refuse such?

Having closed the door behind us with a key, without going into explanations, she eagerly attacked me, literally, having pressed against the wall. There was no time for words, Alena Petrovna was burning up with lust, pressing on me, her hot buffers rubbing against me, stirring my imagination.

“Oh, Alexander, I know you have been wanting to get into my panties for a long time, so do not pull it,” she purred fascinatingly stroking my hair. Taking my hand, the Englishwoman put it to the wet lace fabric. - You see how hot I am ... Come on, give the girl pleasure. Usually you are such a talker, so do not just stand now - work with your tongue.

With a languid gasp, this fury, with an imperious movement, put me on my knees, “successfully” placing my head at the level of its own wet slits from lust. It was not difficult, because in spite of my fantasies and desires, this never happened to me and the body seemed to stiffen. I was not a virgin, but the experience was limited to a couple of blowjobs and awkward teenage fuck with a classmate. And this was mixed with the fear of screwing up in front of a sexy adult teacher.

Dry lips, I fell to her bosom, caressing my tongue swollen contours of the lower lips on the wet fabric of the panties. The sharp smell of a woman literally turned my head. Silent moans of pleasure escaped from her beautiful lips, when she with an impatient movement pushed back a strip of fabric, revealing to me her neatly trimmed pussy - a place that many wanted to visit. Her gentle guiding hands tightly clinging to my hair did not leave any doubt about her desire, and I fell to the tender pink flesh, kissing, caressing and gently biting her, burying her face like a pig looking for acorns. I tried to compensate for the lack of experience with my youthful zeal, and after the longest few minutes in my life, I finally forced the body of an English woman to bend over in sweet convulsions of an orgasm and end in my face.My dick in the pants turned into a stake, ready to seize this depraved hole. Licking warm fluid from my lips, I began to unbutton my pants.

“Hey, not so fast cowboy,” Alena Petrovna chuckled hard, straightening her skirt. Gentle, but she persistently pushed aside the bewildered me and began to tidy herself up at the mirror.

“You have to go, the bell for the lesson will soon ring out,” she said, as if nothing had happened, and there was not a drop of recent lust in her voice.

“But ... But how am I? ...” I murmured blushing.

- And you? Teacher fucking with students? You reviewed porn, young man. Hold your imagination for stupid nymphets. Or do you think I look like a whore? She snapped at me irritably. - Vyaknish someone - turn your life into hell. And now the wali from the toilet while no one began to break here. You will be late for the lesson.

From a bouquet of feelings overwhelming me, I was ready to literally explode. In me, there were mixed desires to plant her on the very tonsils, the bitterness of humiliation, the fear of being revealed, the pain of wounded pride and for some reason, a trampled sense of justice. As in a dream, I came out of the closet, not knowing to cry, angry or glad that I had done what many only dream of. I was angry not so much at the bitch as an Englishwoman, how much at myself, for my naivety and short-sightedness.

Like a deer, I thought that having re-awakened it and bringing it with me, everything would be in chocolate. Only her bestial character has not gone away; she just used me and threw me out.

All the next lesson, I angrily rummaged in the phone trying to enter the program, but the reset counter stubbornly repeated the impossibility of any operation and advised me to contact the distributor or author of the program. It got to the point where they took my phone to the end of the lessons.

That evening after class, dark as a cloud, I went to the bar where it all began. Much to my joy, they recognized me and did not check the documents. The table was empty, and the waitress said that they do not have regular visitors who are similar in description to the desired girlfriend. The ghostly hope of meeting an incredible blonde dissipated like smoke, but I was left to drink some beer. I still thought that her gift was incredible, but in the end, a banal blowjob turned out to be preferable.

“Sorry, sorry, lingered in traffic,” a familiar voice cooed to the pain, and I almost choked on my beer for joy. “Why play detective if you can just call.” By the way, I left you my phone number.

Flashing a charming smile, my blond demoness sat opposite me. In two sips, she was not at all femininely draining my glass of beer. Trying not to show my emotion, I tried to pull myself together and ordered another glass.

“So you really are a demon?”

Hearing my question, she snorted, rolling her eyes a little disappointedly.

- Isn't it obvious? Do you need horns and pentagrams in the cemetery?

- No, just an application for the Federation Council ... I imagined it so-so.

- Just keep up with the times. Nothing special. For example, look at these pink pumps with high heels, - she smiled, she drew my attention to the elegant ankles in sexy shoes. - In their place you would prefer to see hairy hooves?

I swallowed excitedly and silently shook my head.

“That's the same,” the blonde smirked. - I looked through the logs - it seems you quickly figured out what's what. Got what you wanted?

And again I shook my head and shyly looked away, re-scrolling in my head the moments of his humiliation. Without going into details, I told her how it all turned out.

- Oh how! A girl see loves to dominate the stronger sex. You're lucky you didn't get under the heel.

“She was seriously lucky,” I could not help it. - Stay with me at least one more editing, she would crawl at my feet, begging her to fuck. You are here for this, are you?

“And you are an insightful young man,” the girl purred, studying examining me. “Deals are my thing.” For some time now I have solely owned the soul of your Englishwoman.It didn’t cost me cheap, so I’m going to get a good idea with it.

- What do you suggest?

There was a long pause. Folding her arms across her chest, the demoness thoughtfully plunged into herself.

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