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Juicy

juicy

hot juicy tits...

Cassie inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, clearing her mind and centering herself. She was here to put Steve in his place. The words bouncing through her head subsided to a distant echo.

"Flattery will only get you so far Steve, I've told you that before."

She started to lay her textbook and notes out on the table, bending over to give Steve a good look at her cleavage, posing like she had in the mirror just an hour ago.

A strategic flips of her long dark hair, some revealing stretches, twisting in compelling ways while pretending to ignore Steve; finally she sat down.

"Ready to get to work, study buddy?"

Steve mumbled something and sat down. He was blushing and seemed put off, but Cassie noted with pride that he couldn't stop looking at her exposed big juicy tits every few seconds. Her nipples were hard with her own contained excitement, making little tents in the shirt's thin fabric.

They worked in mostly silence for a while, only exchanging questions about the material. Finally, gathering what confidence he could, Steve broached a more sensitive topic.

"I really liked that picture you sent earlier. I was wondering what else you had to show me."

Cassie smiled coquettishly at him, then stood and leaned across the table at an angle that gave him a great view of her braless breasts, even glimpses of her hard light brown nipples.

"You want to see a little more more right now, don't you Steve?" she reached a hand out to cup Steve's cheek and felt a heady surge as he froze like a deer in the headlights. After a few moments of eye contact she broke contact with him and walked around the table. Looking over his shoulder she saw just what she suspected - a bulging tent in his pants. He realized what she was looking at and began a fumbling attempt to reach up and embrace her. She backed away.

"P.T. Barnum said 'Always leave them wanting more'. It's a good rule. I don't want to break it. But if you really like what you see you can jack off. I won't mind."