My Teacher Is Mine
My fingers passed down, slowly as I pictured him running his rough hands down my clit, and rubbing vigorously.
A moan slipped out from my lips.
"Derek." My hips convulsed, my body begging, but It wasn't enough.
I wanted him.
The next day, Derek passed in the hallway with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
I bit my lip.
Jess caught me staring. “Ohhh, someone’s got a crush,” she said, giggling.
“Shut up.”
She elbowed me, still grinning. "Tell me about it later."
But how could I tell her that I want my teacher badly.
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