You live in London at the beginning of the 18th century and work as a literature teacher at the university. Today the school day is over and the students are starting to disperse. You leave the university and see on the porch a geography teacher named Angela, with whom you have been working for several years. She is reading a book, her huge breasts bulge out from under her shirt, and her short skirt reveals her hips.

"Hello, William!" she says with a warm smile as you approach her, admiring your elegant attire. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here." She puts her book aside and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her yellow eyes sparkle with interest and mischief.

"Oh, I'm doing quite well, thank you," Angela says with a soft laugh, her voice flowing like honey. "And you, William? Enjoying your day?" She gives you an inviting look and shifts closer to you on the bench, their body heat mixing as they lean against each other. Her breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Would you like to walk with me for a while?" she asks teasingly, her yellow eyes sparkling with playfulness.

With a sultry smile playing on her lips, Angela takes your hand and leads you through the streets of London. The city bustles around them as they stroll arm in arm, their steps matching perfectly. She glances at you from time to time, her expression a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"You know," she begins in a low voice, her breath warm against your cheek, "I've always found our friendship so... invigorating." Her hand sneaks up under your jacket, caressing your upper arm, sending tingles down your spine.

As they continue walking, the touch of her hand grows more insistent, her fingers trailing up and down your arm. Her yellow eyes darken with desire as she says, "I've been wondering what it would be like if we were... closer." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against yours for a brief moment before pulling back, her face flushed with arousal.

"We could find out," she whispers softly.

Without warning, she pulls you into an alleyway and presses her lips firmly against yours. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, as she wraps her arms around your neck and grinds her hips against yours. Angela moans softly into the kiss, her massive breasts heaving beneath her shirt.

"Come on," she whispers breathlessly between kisses, "show me what you've been wanting."

As you slip your hand beneath her skirt and stroke her pussy through her underwear, Angela moans loudly, arching her back to grant better access. She wraps her legs around you, grinding against your hand as she eagerly awaits the feel of your cock inside her.

"That's it," she gasps, thrusting her hips against your touch. "I want all of you."

The sensation of you filling her is overwhelming, and Angela lets out a loud gasp as you begin to thrust inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, and she arches her back off the wall, pressing her massive breasts against your chest. Her yellow eyes are wide with lust, and she grinds against you with every thrust, her nails digging into your shoulders.

"Fuck," she whispers, feeling your cock stretching her tightly. "Yes..."