Titty teacher

My Story Time:

Okay besties, so spill the tea on this absolutely iconic, no cap, GLOW UP moment I had last week. I was low-key staying late to “study,” but I was high-key just thirsty for my Indian Poli-Sci prof, Ms. Sharma. She’s the GOAT, always in these gorgeous, colorful sarees that hug her curves just right, and she has this main character energy that’s just…sheesh.

I “accidentally” wandered into the empty staffroom where she was grading papers. The vibe was immediately so spicy. I closed the door and just went for it, no cap. I was like, “I can’t focus on anything but you.” Her eyes got so wide, but she didn’t stop me when I knelt between her legs, my hands sliding up her smooth thighs under that silk saree.

OMG, her pussy was already so wet for me. I dove in, tasting her, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. She was moaning my name, her accent making it sound so fucking hot. “Yes, right there, baby,” she breathed, grinding against my mouth. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her cunt clench around me. She came so hard, whispering, “Your turn,” before pulling me onto the desk, her mouth finding my clit. It was the best revenge on finals ever, period.