A slow seduction

"Mmmm.." Robin Jones mewled as she continued to lean against her desk, her bare asscheeks pushing against the rubbing hand of the eighteen-year-old student working diligently behind her. She enjoyed the sensation the paper fiber made on her smooth taut buns.

Robin Jones didn't care anymore that she was his teacher, that she had a comparatively small-cocked husband waiting for her at home. All she could think of, in her aroused state, was the idea of being the first to feel Paul's thirteen inches of cockflesh inside her tight cunt.

She saw Paul getting ready to leave, tossing the soiled towels in her wastebasket.

"Don't go yet, Paul. My butt still feels.. sticky," she lied. "would you mind terribly using your tongue on my ass, Paul?"

The tall, lanky lad just looked at his teacher kneeling there, that sexy ass still thrust at him.

"I don't know, Miz Jones.." Paul said, even as he walked back towards the gorgeous brunette.

"I think you do, Paul," Robin husked, as she looked over her shoulder beguilingly.

"Lick my ass, Paul!" his teacher pleaded.

Paul gave in, and dropped to his knees behind her.