My English teacher p3

The kiss lasted a few minutes, as his hands moved over my body and mine wrapped around the back of his neck.

We broke apart and I stepped back slightly, wondering if he’d just regretted what he did.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, grabbing my waist and pulling me over to his desk. He sat down on the chair and placed me on top of the desk, slightly above him. He pulled my skirt up and let it sit on my stomach and he slowly kissed up my thighs, as he did I had my hands in his hair, moaning slightly. He came back up and ran his fingers over the delicate thong I decided to wear that morning. Light blue and lace all over, he pulled the waistband down slightly but not all the way, and he began to slowly rub his thumb on the lace, just above where my clit was. I bit my lip and held onto him. He varied in the pressure that he went, sometimes slow, or fast or lightly or roughly.

(sorry it’s so short xoxo)