«J-Jace, I… I'm your teacher and you're my student… all of this is… is wrong. W-We can't… we can't…» Ms. Amelia Archer pants, biting her lip.
That sentence is probably nothing more than a conditioned reflex — a script she's forced to recite because of her role as a teacher, while her body clearly says the opposite.
I mean, Professor Amelia Archer is a beautiful woman still in the prime of her maturity — she isn't even forty — so it's hard to believe I'm the first student she's ever done this kind of thing with…
I admit I'm really curious to find out, but to extort such delicate information from her, I first have to put her in the right mood to talk.
I grip her bun and push her head down between my legs; in an instant she's bent forward, her lips wrapped around my cock and her nails digging into my skin.
