I am 18, and I like trouble.

Sarah moved slowly, sliding her round, firm ass onto the top of the teacher’s desk. She looked down at him, her confidence slightly shaken. “I am 18, and I like trouble,” she told him in her most sexy voice.

Mr. John adjusted his tie and rotated his head from left to right. The young and beautiful Miss Banks had gotten to him. Here she was sitting on his desk, trying to seduce him. Sarah remained in silence, allowing the man a couple seconds for her attempts to sink in. Under his desk and out of Sarah’s sight Mr. John was spinning the ring on his left hand. He looked up at Sarah again, this time his eyes weren’t so professional. His eyes rolled along the curve of her ass, over her hips, up her body and to her breasts. He focused on them the longest, almost as if he was trying to see right through her top. He imagined unbuttoning her shirt and taking her two large breasts into his hands.

Then his mind returned to the wedding ring on his finger. Absentmindedly he pulled it off and dropped it into his pocket. His eyes followed Sarah as she slipped off his desk and made her way around the side of it. Before he had a chance to react she spun his chair out from behind the desk so that he was facing her. He tried to standup, but Sarah put her hand on his chest and easily pressed him back into the seat. She moved in and straddled him in the chair. Any doubts the naughty schoolgirl had, had were long gone now. She pressed her chest up against his and slowly began to grind down on his dick. The sensation of rubbing her pussy against his growing bulge felt great.

Sarah knew she had this teacher and the points. She stood up and stepped back. “No,” Mr. John said without thinking about it. Sarah brought one finger to her lips and seductively shushed him. Then she turned away from him and wiggled her ass. His eyes fixed on her two round cheeks as she swayed left to right. Her ass was almost mesmerizing, and it was then that he decided that he could never get enough of it. His hands came out and planted themselves on Sarah’s thighs, just above the knees. He moved his hands up her sides, making sure they slipped under the plaid skirt. Sarah felt his hands move up and cup her ass.

The wheels in Sarah head were turning now that she had Mr. John.