Phei's mouth slammed over teacher Patricia Bloom's in another brutal, devouring claim—lips forcing hers wide, tongue plunging straight in to stroke deep against hers with slow, filthy hunger. She—his forbidden Chemistry teacher, elegant and untouchable in her crisp blouse and pencil skirt—moaned into him instantly—sharp, broken, half-sob half-surrender—and her nails clawed into his shoulders like she'd fly apart without the anchor.
He tasted every fucking inch of her mouth—sweet, forbidden, addictive. His tongue curled around hers, sucked it slow and hard until she whimpered and arched, pressing her full, heavy tits tight to his chest like she was trying to crawl inside him.
Her mouth tasted so good, Phei didn't want to stop.
So he didn't.
His hands owned her next.
One palm raked up her spine—fingers spreading wide over the thin blouse fabric, feeling every violent shiver, every frantic hitch of her ribs as her breathing turned ragged.
