Lips Teacher Shameless Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gave a lopsided smirk as I watched her tongue dart from inside her mouth to lick her bottom lip in a mesmerizing motion, making her lips look ten times more kissable as it glistened slightly with saliva. " I don't know....it just felt unusual of you to miss any of my classes. Not that it favors me in any way, seeing how absentminded you are during said classes, always building castles in the air whenever I teach, not contributing to class discussions except when it comes to making lewd and inappropriate comments centered on my 'beautiful assets'...." "Wow!" I blew out a an exhale after her rambling sizzled down. " That's a lot to unpack, don't you think?"

Her lips are glossy, parted just enough that I catch the pink flash of her tongue when she smiles. I clear my throat. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Miss Harper. We’re going to start with—” She uncrosses her legs. No panties. Just smooth, bare pussy, glistening under the fluorescent lights like she’s been thinking about this moment since the bell rang. My mouth goes dry. My clit throbs once, hard, before I can stop it. *This is wrong. She’s your student. You’re the teacher. Pull yourself together.* I force my eyes up to her face. She’s watching me, that slow, knowing smirk curling her lips. She knows I saw. She wanted me to see.

I was heading toward the parking lot, bag slung over my shoulder, still thinking about that strange meeting with Miss Valentina when someone suddenly crossed my path. Lila. She was wearing her usual oversized jacket, sunglasses pushed up on her head, and that signature mischievous grin. “Babes,” she said, falling into step beside me. “Did you really go see the new hot teacher?” I let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah, I did.” She raised an eyebrow. “And?” “I think that lady is a bitch,” I said bluntly. “A smooth, elegant, seductive bitch. The way she was talking to me… the way she was looking at me… I know a lesbian when I see one. She was definitely acting like one.”

My free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold — just to get the feel of it. I almost scream. Damn. Good thing I’m biting that lip. I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’. “Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly, and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.

"Whoa there, what?!" The teacher was already jerking her student's panties down. "I might be sure of it. Who's the veteran lesbian here after all, right?" Prone and surprised, it was easy work, and suddenly there was the younger Stern girl's thick juicy ass out there in the open air. Taylor's neck was abandoned; her whole body trembled softly as I squeezed the leather encasing her butt.

'' She bites her lip again and my member pulses, eager to enter her hot and wet canal. '' Yes, I think teacher is a perfect word. The corner of my mouth tugs into a satisfying smile. She's teasing me, the little devil. I shrug and take off my underwear. I'm so hard it hurts. '' You like a kinky game, don't you, darling? Love the idea of ​​having your teacher eat your forbidden fruitIt istight. That's fine by me, but I'm going to punish you for being such a bad girl. '' Go?''

Professor Chico immediately offered advice. "Okay, Professor." Lorena immediately nodded her head. "Okay. It's finished! Don't cry anymore!" Professor Chico immediately patted Lorena's shoulder. "Yes, Professor." Lorena was trying to be tough. She tried to smile, though her heart was very sad. Professor Chico, who understood that Lorena was still feeling sad, immediately asked Lorena. "Why are you smiling like that?" Lorena pressed her lips together and pushed her lips deeper so Professor Chico wouldn't see Lorena's still-trying-to-smile expression.After that, Lorena shook her head. "It's all right, Professor."

She tasted just as he had imagined and he knew he would not be able to get enough of this lips, not in this lifetime. As his tongue explored her mouth, guiding her into a wet and passionate kiss, his spare hand slipped into her shirt from the half unbuttoned shirt, trailing her soft skin upwards until he felt that tender mound. And then... "OMG!"

"I spent the whole evening training you in the cold like a selfless teacher and this is how you are treating me?" He stole two more kisses, what a kiss stealer. Damn I needed to get my arousal under control immediately. "You know what," I said, "you are the most selfish teacher in the world. You steal kisses constantly. I'm going to call you Damian the Kiss Stealer from now on." He threw his head back and laughed. Loud, genuine, completely unguarded. It was a good laugh. "Why are you laughing, Kiss Stealer?" "Is that so, little wolf?" he said once he'd settled down, but now his expression shifted into something a little more serious.

A few students snickered. Mr. Healy sighed. “Focus.” “Yes, sir.” But my focus was long gone. My phone buzzed again. PINK_LIPS: You really think you’re something, huh? I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs out casually, thumbs moving fast. ME: I don’t think. I know. PINK_LIPS: ## I could see that emoji so clearly in my head—his face, his attitude, the way his eyes rolled like he hated me but somehow always stuck around anyway.