Fisting
The scent of chalk and mischief fills the air. She’s wearing her uniform, but she’s not a student anymore. She wants you. You notice her eyes, full of a naughty hunger. She reaches out, her fingers tracing your skin. You respond instinctively. This is a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She’s a student no more; she’s yours.
The room is dark, and she’s blindfolded, her eyes focused on me. I gently guide her hand towards the thick, swollen head. She moans as my fingers graze its surface. The anticipation builds as she closes her eyes, completely surrendering to the moment. I relish in the power of this intimate exploration, promising a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. You want this, don’t you?
