Ask Her To Stay Behind

The students file out at the end of a class you managed to keep going mostly smoothly despite the **** distraction of Joe continuing to rub at herself. Your own cock is iron hard underneath your desk as they pass. She is one of the last to stand, hurriedly pulling her bag in front of her crotch, her flushed face lowered as she refuses to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Joe, could you stay behind a moment?” You ask as she passes and can’t help but smile at the look on her face as she stammers a response and stands to the side. She squirms in place, obviously **** to leave and complete what she’s been doing under the desk all this time.

You take a moment to appreciate her figure as the door closes behind the last of the other students. Pert tits press against the white fabric of her shirt and the legs under her skirt are long and milky soft. She is chewing at her bottom lip, big, soft eyes glancing up at you nervously.