When Ms. Jones walked toward her office to start her day, Paul was already waiting, sporting an already hard bulge in his pants. Sitting on the floor, with his meat tube grown down his pant leg, he looked up at her half with puppy dog eyes and unadulterated lust.
"Ms. Jones," Paul began, "I couldn't wait. All night, all I did was jerk off thinking about those huge tits of yours. I rubbed my dick again and again. I must have come 7 or 8 times thinking about you. But before I knew it, it was 2 a.m., and I had to go to bed."
Her eyes were huge. Did she really hear him right? Seven or eight times?
"I already jerked off twice this morning. I couldn't wait. I need you again!"
Ms. Jones certainly has cast her spell on her big-cocked student. Even looking down at him, he was unconsciously rubbing his jutting cock.
She showed Paul a smile, and began to unlock her office. As she did, he stood up, and ground his cock into the outline of her ass. He took her hair and kissed her on the neck.
"My goodness, Paul. You're certainly getting daring," she blushed. "But you mustn't show your affection for me in public like this. You must wait until we get into my office."
As the lock snapped from her key and her door flew open, he pushed her into her office with a fair bit of lustful aggression.
Ms. Jones fell ass-first on to her chair, and he quickly unzipped her gym top that clung beautifully to the outline of her huge tits. He was breathing and grunting heavily as he wildly and animalistically tore her clothes off. Ms. Jones was shocked.
"My God, Paul! What's gotten into you?!"
"I just want to fuck you again so fucking bad!" he said with the charm of a seasoned porn star.
Before she knew it, she was stark naked, and he was tugging at his pants to pull out his fully hard member. As he pulled down his pants, his obscene bulge was freed, springing upward and hitting Ms. Jones in the knees. |