Crawl under my desk

"Here Lindsay," you say, "Crawl under my desk. Kneel there in front of me. Ahh."

Beautiful Lindsay is one of your favorite girls at the school. Black hair framing her perfect model face. Bright eyes staring up at you from under your desk, flashing with mischief. Sweet lips parted in a smile. Yes, Lindsay's pretty wet lips. You dig your hands into her hair, and lead her cute face into your lap.

Lindsay knows what to do. Your student grabs onto your hips, steadying herself as she takes your swelling cock head into her soft wet teen mouth. Ahh, she's perfect. Lindsay concentrates on the head, kissing all around your rim, washing your cock with her soft little tongue. Her beautiful lips massage your head, as the dark-haired schoolgirl sucks you into her hot mouth.

"Mmm.", you look up at the 19 other young girls sitting at their desks. Your students are all straining forward in rapt attention. They can't see Lindsay under your desk, but they can hear her. You notice a few of the girls have their hands pressed to their laps.

"Alright class. Today I want each of you to dance. Up on my desk, for me, and for the rest of the class. Could I have a volunteer to go first?" All the girls hands shoot up. You smile, scanning the girls faces in the front row. All so beautiful. Where to begin?