My Steamy Story: Student Adam and teacher Martha. Teacher...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea. I was low-key losing my mind grading these midterms, and my new student, Adam? Total main character energy. He stayed after class to ask about his grade, all faux-concerned, but his eyes were doing all the talking. Sheesh. He was giving me that look, you know the one. So I decided to be a little extra.

I closed my office door and was like, "You seem... tense." I leaned against my desk, letting my skirt ride up just a little. His eyes went wide, no cap. I could literally see the outline of his dick getting hard against his jeans. Iconic. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back into my big leather chair. "Let me help you relax."

I dropped to my knees, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was so thick and warm in my hand. I took him in my mouth, deep, and the sounds he made? Oof. But then he totally flipped the script, stood up, and bent me over the desk. He hiked up my skirt, pulled my thong to the side, and just started pounding my pussy from behind. I was screaming into a textbook, low-key hoping no one was in the hall. He was hitting spots my husband hasn't found in a decade, and I came so hard I saw stars. That was the best fucking grade consultation of my life, period.