My Steamy Story: a milf teacher hungry for young cock she...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on a moment that was low-key the horniest experience of my life, no cap. So, I’m a high school English teacher, right? Total milf energy, I know it. I live for my boujee heel collection – like, my classroom drip is iconic AF. This one day, I’m wearing these black stilettos that make my legs look insane, and I catch Liam, this quiet nerd from my third period, staring. Not at my face, but at my feet. And he wasn't being sus about it, he was just… transfixed. Sheesh.

After class, I tell him to stay behind to “discuss his essay.” The second the door clicks shut, the vibe shifts. I lean against my desk, crossing my legs slowly, watching his eyes follow the movement of my heel. “You like my shoes, Liam?” I purr. His face went bright red, it was so cute. He stammered something, but I just slid one foot out of the heel and flexed my bare toes. “I saw you looking.” I told him to come here. He was practically shaking.

When he was close enough, I put my bare foot right on the growing bulge in his jeans. OMG, the groan he let out. I pressed down, feeling his dick get harder under my sole. “Is this what you wanted?” I whispered. He just nodded, his breath hitching. So I stood up, pushed him into my chair, and climbed into his lap, straddling him. I grabbed his hand and put it on my thigh, under my skirt. “Touch me,” I ordered, and his fingers immediately found my pussy over my panties. I was already so wet for him.

I started grinding against his hard cock while I kissed his neck, and he was moaning my name. “Mrs. Evans… fuck…” I reached down and unzipped his jeans, freeing his dick. It was so thick and warm in my hand. I guided him to my entrance, and as I sank down onto him, I gasped. The feeling of his cock filling me up was unreal. I rode him hard in that chair, my heels digging into the floor for leverage, my tits bouncing. I could feel his hands gripping my ass, pulling me down onto him deeper with every thrust. “You feel so good inside me,” I moaned, and he just looked up at me with this worshipful gaze before he came, pulsing deep in my pussy, which sent me over the edge too, clenching around him. Big yikes for teacher-student ethics, but honestly? Totally worth it. Period.