Rachel felt Mr. Thompson’s hand caressing her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine despite her pleas for him to stop. His fingers traced her curves, and she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement amidst the fear. Rachel looked into his eyes, trying to find a way out, but all she saw was desire.
Mr. Thompson’s thumb and forefinger pinched her n****e gently, rolling it between them as Rachel's breath hitched. "No, please," she begged, trying to push his hand away. But her body was responding to his touch, and she felt her p***y get wetter.
Ignoring her protests, he pulled her up from the desk and pushed her against the wall, his erection pressing against her stomach. He lifted up her leg , and she felt his hand slide under her skirt. He touched her panties, feeling the we
