Mrs. Jones needs more

The gorgeous brunette quivered in the afterglow of her cum, the glaze of semen from the shy student behind her congealing on her exposed asscheeks as she tried to find words. This sweet young guy had given her the orgasm of her life with his big 'ol thirteen inch dick. And he was still technically a virgin! She couldn't just let him walk out of her classroom. Mrs. Jones heard him shuffle around, as if readying to leave. She tried to find a way to stall for time as she continued to prop herself up against her desk.

"Uh, Paul," the Phys. Ed. teacher called out, looking over her shoulder to face him.

"Yes, Miz Jones?" the eighteen-year-old asked as he finally was able to redress, his erection substantially diminished.

"This is a bit of an awkward situation for me. Would you mind helping me clean up? It's kind of hard for me to reach, if you know what I mean." Jones gave him a plaintive smile.

Paul knew he could hardly refuse. After all, he made the mess. He looked to her for further instructions.

"There's a roll of paper towels in my desk drawer here," the stunning teacher informed, pointing to a drawer on the opposite side of where she leaned. "If you could be a dear.."

"Sure Mrs. Jones," Paul answered.

Moments later, the instructor's fingers practically dug into the hard formica desktop as she felt the hung young stud gently massage away the cum splats from her taut, aerobicized buns, the paper toweling feeling extra sexy under his touch.

"Call me Robin," his teacher husked.