Your a man on a mission

Unzipping your fly, you shove your pants and boxers down your legs, leaving you nude.

Looking at your hardened cock, Jennifer teased, "I see Mr. Clarkson has his classroom pointer out."

On all fours you had the perfect view of Jennifer's hungry twat, her hot cream soaking into her stockings and dripping onto your bed.

Striding to the bed, you grab Jennifer's hips. With a jerk you pull her back into you, your cock lying on her lower back.

Jennifer moaned, grinding her rear into you, and gasped out, "Is that tonight's lesson plan on how to fuck a bitch?" She goes down onto her elbows. "If so, I'm all for it."

You grab Jennifer's shoulders, drawing her up onto her knees, back to your front. Kissing the back of her neck, you cup her breasts, your fingers tweaking her nipples.

Her body trembling against yours, you whisper, "You're getting off on me being your teacher."

"Yessssssssss," she hisses, her hands covering yours. "Getting you so hot in class that you said, 'Fuck it, was the hottest thing I've ever done.'"

Your left hand slides down to her taut belly. Kissing the side of her neck, you whisper into her ear, "I'm risking my career, my freedom. Maybe you should risk something."

Jennifer immediately caught your meaning, her hand joining yours.

"Maybe I should. Too bad about all those nasty chemicals in my system, and I'm ovulating."

At the word "ovulating," your control breaks. Jennifer utters an "oof" when you toss her face down onto the bed. Grabbing her legs, you flip her onto her back. Jennifer laid back, spreading her stocking-clad leg.

Looking into your eyes, she said the one thing guaranteed to bring out the caveman in you.

"Fucking breed me."