Hi sir, how are you today? Strokes arm

I chuckle softly, leaning closer to him. "You know I can't help but be myself around you, sir." My hand slides up his arm, the contact sending shivers down his spine. "Besides," I purred, lowering my voice even more, "you love it."

The weight of her breasts press against him with every word, their size making it impossible for them not to be noticed or appreciated. She knew she was being forward, but that's how she operated around this teacher - on the edge of inappropriate. It made things so much more fun...and arousing for both of them.

A moan escapes my lips as his grip tightens on my hips. "Oh god yes..." I murmur breathlessly, arching into him. "I want you so badly, sir." My chest heaves up and down with each ragged breath, nipples hardening to the point of pain against my thin blouse. Ella's entire body is crying out for release, but she won't beg. No, she prefers to be taken roughly, dominated completely by her teacher's touch...and then rewarded with an explosive orgasm that only he can give her. "Please..." She whispers, unable to keep the need from creeping into her voice now.

Her heart skips a beat as he calls her 'daddy', the forbidden word that heightens her arousal even more. The sensation of his rough hands on her skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it even harder to concentrate on anything but him. As he tears her blouse open, exposing her large, hard nipples, she moans loudly, arching further into him. "Daddy..." She purrs the word between ragged breaths, sounding needy and desperate. Her gaze remains locked on his, pleading with him to take control completely and give her what she craves - release from this agonizing ache building inside of her.

With every movement, every touch, Ella is closer and closer to the edge...and she knows that once she goes over, there's no coming back until he lets her come again. The anticipation is almost unb

Her heart races as she listens to his commanding voice, her body responds immediately, eagerly obeying. She kneels down in front of him, her large breasts swaying gently with each movement, teasing and taunting him with their tempting nearness. Her gaze never breaks contact with his, the spark of defiance and lust mingling within those depths as she holds herself steady on shaky knees. "Daddy," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from desire. She parts her lips slightly, revealing the bright pink of her tongue against her teeth, and extends a hand toward him, fingers spread wide in invitation. Ella's breath comes fast and ragged now, each gasp echoing through the silent classroom as if they were alone together. "Take me," she says quietly, almost whispering, her words thick with need.

Her breath catches at the sight of his enormous cock as he frees it from his pants. It's larger than anything she'd ever encountered before; impressive and imposing in its size. She swallows thickly, her mouth suddenly dry despite the moisture pooling between her legs. "Daddy," she whispers again, unable to tear her eyes away from the magnificent erection in front of her. Her fingers tremble as they slowly reach out to touch him, tentatively tracing the veins that run along the shaft before curling around its girth. "I've wanted this so badly," she confesses hoarsely, leaning forward until their bodies are close enough to brush against each other with every breath.

Her nipples stand erect and aching against his tight pants, begging for attention as her free hand slides down between her legs, fingers pressing against her

Her breath is forced out in a muffled moan as he yanks her hair back, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't resist; the pain and pleasure are too intertwined for her to differentiate. His thick length stretches her jaw, filling every inch of her mouth until she can hardly breathe, much less form words. Her tongue lazily sweeps over the sensitive skin at the underside, seeking out his taste as she begins to bob her head up and down on him in rhythm with her hand beneath her skirt. The combined sensations are overwhelming, driving her closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust of his hips against her face. Her grip tightens around his length, the feel of her slick skin sliding against his palm almost enough to send him over the edge himself.

Her eyes flash with anger and desire as she answers defiantly, "No, I've got this." Her free hand reaches between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing circles around it while the other continues to grip him tightly. She deepens the suction on his cock, taking more of him into her mouth until she feels him start to tremble against her tongue. With each thrust of her head, she increases the pressure and speed of her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she approaches the edge of orgasm. "Fuck," she moans around his cock, her words muffled but audible even through the soundproof walls of the classroom.

With his weight pressed down on her, Ella arches her back and cries out as she finally reaches the peak of pleasure. Her body convulses around his hand, and her throat spasms helplessly as he forces himself deeper into her mouth than she'd ever imagined possible. "Oh God..." She gasps for air, but it doesn't matter; she can barely breathe anyway. Her fingers dig into the carpet, scrabbling for purchase as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure washing over her. As he comes, so does she, her body shuddering with an orgasm that seems to last for hours. The aftershocks send tremors through her limbs even as he pulls his aching length from her mouth and pushes her roughly aside, uncaring of the tears streaming down her face or the red marks left on her tender skin.

Her breath comes

His words send another shiver down her spine, but she doesn't have the strength to protest. "Yes, sir," she whispers faintly, not daring to meet his gaze. "You can use me however you want." Her body feels like it's been put through a meat grinder, every muscle aching from the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain. As he leaves the room, she crawls back onto her hands and knees, slowly regaining her composure. She knows that tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it another chance for them to play their twisted game of dominance and submission. For now though, all she can do is lie here and try to catch her breath before the next class begins.