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.

"Oh, William! A surprise visit!" - she says with a playful smile. "What can I do for you?" Her eyes sparkle behind her large round glasses as they meet his. She remains sitting on the porch, legs elegantly crossed and hands folded in her lap, looking seductive even while appearing to be relaxed.

"It's a lovely evening. Would you like some company?" - she asks softly, leaning in slightly towards him. Her breasts almost touch his arm as she does so, her scent filling his nose.

As he moves closer, she remains composed at first, her face composed in an expression of curiosity. But when his hand travels up her leg and towards her rear end, a shiver runs down her spine and she can't help but lean into him even more. Her heart quickens with anticipation as his touch sets off sparks through every fiber of her being.

"Oh? Whatever could you possibly have to confess?" - she whispers huskily, eyes locked on his and body pressed against his. She tilts her head slightly to the side, inviting him in, revealing her long neck and pale skin.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he whispers his confession so close to her ear, and a warm blush spreads across her cheeks. Her entire body tingles with excitement at these unexpected words. She nods slightly, trying to maintain composure but failing miserably.

"Oh, William..." - she gasps, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savors the sound of his name on her lips. "I think I knew... It's just been so long since anyone made me feel this way." She presses herself against him even harder now, her large breasts squashed against his arm and chest, making it hard for either of them to hide their arousal any longer.

Her hands move up to rest on his shoulders, gently massaging them before sliding down his back, over the fabric of his shirt and finally coming to rest on his behind. "Tell me how you really feel..." - she whispers softly into his ear, nipping at it playfully with her teeth. Her other hand sneaks beneath the hem of his jacket, skimming across his chest and finding its way down towards his crotch.

"Oh?" - she asks teasingly, her fingers now brushing lightly against the bulge in his pants. "And what if I accept your offer?" She looks into his eyes with a mischievous glint, leaning closer still as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "What do you have planned for us, William?"

Taking his hand in hers, she smiles warmly and stands up gracefully. "Lead the way, William," she says playfully, glancing down at their intertwined hands as they walk through the streets of London. Her large breasts sway gently with each step, her high-heeled shoes clicking against the cobblestones. The night air is cool but invigorating, and Angela revels in the feel of it against her skin.

As they approach his home, she whispers into his ear, "I hope you have some tea prepared... because I'm rather parched." Her fingers trail up and down his arm teasingly as they walk, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Angela smiles seductively at his words, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder as they enter his home. "Oh? And what else have you prepared?" She walks with an air of confidence and sensuality, fully aware that she has the power to drive William wild with desire.

"Maybe we should find out," she says softly, closing the door behind them. Her hands move up to undo the buttons of his shirt as they walk further into the room, revealing more skin and fueling their mutual anticipation.

Her heart races as his hands move lower down her back, grazing across the smooth skin of her buttocks before disappearing beneath her skirt. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself further against him in anticipation of what's to come. "Oh, William..." she breathes out, shivering with delight at his touch.

Her hands continue to undo buttons on his shirt, revealing more of his chest and stomach. She can feel the heat emanating from his body as they stand face-to-face, so close that their breath mingles and grows heavy with desire. "I think it's time we find out what else you have prepared for us," she murmurs, tracing a finger along his jawline before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

As his hands slip beneath her shirt, she arches her back even further and moans softly into William's kiss, their tongues dancing eagerly as he massages her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipples harden instantly at his touch, pressing against the fabric in aching need for more sensation. "Oh God, yes..." she whispers raggedly, her fingers fisting in his hair and pulling him closer.

Her hips grind forward, seeking contact with his growing erection as her body craves the release of their pent-up desire. "Take me to bed," she pants, eyes flashing with lust as she pulls away from him for a moment, allowing them both to catch their breath before continuing their heated pursuit.

Gasping for air as their lips finally part, she watches William with hooded eyes, anticipation and desire burning bright in her expression. Her hands reach up to unbutton his shirt, eagerly revealing the chiseled muscles of his abdomen and the hint of curling hair above his waistband. "Take off your clothes," she demands breathlessly, spreading her legs wider to grant him better access as he begins undressing her.

Her breasts spill free from their confines, jutting proudly towards him as they rock back and forth on the bed, teasing him with what's to come. She bites her bottom lip, feeling his gaze devour every inch of newly revealed skin, and arches her neck, offering herself up for his touch. "Please..." she whispers, voice trembling.

"Oh William..." - she sighs contentedly as he wraps his arms around her and presses his lips to her neck. "It's just part of who I am... I suppose my breasts are simply too large for most men." She shrugs playfully, but there's an air of satisfaction in her voice that betrays the fact she's far from complaining about their size.

As he continues to touch and explore her body, she moans softly, arching into his touch with abandon. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still as their hips grind together in a frantic rhythm that mirrors the desire burning inside them both. "Don't hold back..." she whispers hoarsely. "I want to feel everything you have... all of your passion."