"You're my favorite student." Ms. Robinson smirked and pressed her pelvis against me.
I dropped my cookie on the ground and looked into her eyes. You look mature enough.
"I-isn't this inappropriate...?" Chills shot down my spine.
"Not if we don't tell anyone." She presses her pink, plump lips against my own. "Have you ever been with a girl, Chey?" She whispered seductively and started to lift me onto the table.
"No, ma'am." I bit my lip as she began pulling my knees away from each other.
Seeing as I was wearing a black skirt with bright pink thongs on underneath, I was getting a little nervous because she could see EVERYTHING. But seeing I was 15 and very sexually needy, I didn't care. I wanted her to see me.
I was so vulnerable in that position. She began to pull my skirt over my thighs, knees, and then completely off.
What she started to do next sent me wild..
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Ms. Robinson's Hot Tub
RomanceA student falls in love with her teacher. What happens when their secret is almost exposed? A disaster.
