His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. I could feel him, the weight of what was about to happen.
And if I let it, there would be no more pretending. I can't say I didn't know he was my student, I can't lie behind not knowing. Because I did, and still... I let it happen, and in my very own office.
"Hmmh," I whimpered, as his fingers slid between my legs, tracing over my wet folds first, teasingly. My breath hitched, my fingers clenching the edge of the desk.
He pushed a finger in, and I shivered, arching my back slightly, while trying to steady myself. “Lucas…” I whispered, my voice shaky, half in warning, half in need.
Ignoring my warning, his finger circled my püssy lips, tracing it's outer walls and then moving on to the innermost part.
Heat pooled in my stomach, my püssy
