Pasta

I followed her into the kitchen, which was as modern as the living room. The counter was made from marble and there was a microwave, an oven, a sink and large dining table. She went for the oven and turned the heat on, placing a cauldron filled with water in it. I sat on the stool across the counter, watching and admiring her.

" Did you know there's an exam coming up this monday? " , she said, grabbing the box of pasta from the cabinet.

" Yes , Miss. I've studied all week for it. " , I answered back, proud to show her my interest in her class. She started laughing and blushing.

" Oh dear, you don't need to. " , she said, as she went to grab her purse she left next to the entrance. She opened it and got a sheet of paper out. Then, she handed the paper to me. It was the answers for the exam. All written by her. I couldn't believe it.

" Thank you Miss! How could I make it up to you? " .

She only smiled and slowly unbuttoned her shirt , exposing to my eyes her pair of breast under that black bra. Her hand went for my belt, rubbing gently my cock. I looked into her eyes and she nodded while biting her lips. It was finally time. I unzipped my pants, getting my cock out for the first time in front of her. She softy grabbed it and stroked it slowly. I kissed her on the lips, pursuing my course by heading down to her neck, biting and licking her.

She finally went down on her knees, and placed my cock between her tits. I felt like I was in heaven, being jerked by an angel. My cock was so hard, each time the tip would go in her mouth. She was afraid of giving a few licks with her tongue on it. When I was starting to blush red from all that pleasure, I could hear the water from the cauldron boiling.

Katrina got up, kissing me a last time, before heading back behind the oven and opening the box of pasta. She put them all in the cauldron and lowered the heat.