Scarlett rubs her nipples against Michael's cock

"Now Mikey," Scarlett purred gently. "I can't have you distracted all class by my lovely pointy nipples. Maybe you'd be less preoccupied if I made you come by rubbing them on your cock. Would you like that?" she asked, patronisingly.

"Um, y-yes," Michael stammered.

Scarlett smiled at him sweetly. "Sweet boy," she said, kneeling down. She grabbed a cushion from a nearby sofa, and sat on it. She grabbed another cushion and put it on her lap. "Come sit," she said, directing Michael to sit on the cushion on her lap.

Michael could not help but take in the lovely sight of Scarlett's face and chest as he sat down on the cushion. It was just right to put the head of his cock at the height of Scarlett's nipples.

"Good boy," she said, gently taking his member and rubbing it softly against her chest. Her skin was soft and warm. "I'll bet that feels nice," she cooked at him. "Do you like my titties?"

"Yes," said Micheal.

"I'll bet you like every girls titties," she gently teases you. "I like mine, but I'd guess that you'd like anything from a bee-sting to water cooler jugs, so long as the girl they belong to allowed you to touch them. Isn't that right?" She slid Michael's cock into the warm, wide valley between her breasts.

"Um," Micheal stuttered. "I --"

Scarlett smiled wryly. "Silly boy, you can't fool me," she chided him. "Every girl knows that boys can't help getting horny over girls bodies. Any girl's body. It's why we like you," she says, delicately moving to drag a nipple across Michael's frenulum. "You're all so eager, so excited all the time. Aching for release," she adds, bringing his cock back between her breasts.

"I really do like your breasts, Scarlett," Michael managed.

"Of course you do, sweetie," Scarlett purred as she caressed Michael's cock with her left tit, bringing her nipple into contact with it. "Why wouldn't you like breasts that are touching your cock so sweetly? Would you like to come all over them, hm?" She jiggled up and down slightly, making her nipple stroke up and down chaotically on the underside of his helmet.

Michael was pushed to his limit. "Oh god, Scarlett --" he said.

"Sh - sh - shhh," she whispered, stroking one finger down the side of his cock. He erupted with a jet of semen that shot into the air, and landed in Scarlett's hair.

Scarlett's face blossomed with glee. "Oh yes, there you go Michael," she squeaked at him. He shot another stream that landed wetly on her cheek and breast. She gasped two or three times. "That's so much better, isn't it? Yes," she said, huskiky. She quickly brightly brought a hand up to his face as he continued to ejaculate onto her, his semen in the end pooling on her left breast at her nipple.

Michael looked to Scarlett's face. She beamed at him, flushed and smiling brightly. She gently clasped his face in her hands. Her breathing was a bit rapid, and her cheeks were flushed.

"That was fun! Did you enjoy that Michael, big boy? Coming on your new friend Scarlett's titties?" She brought a hand down to give his cock head a squeeze. "Who's a juicy boy?" she said to him, like a big lovable pet.

Michael barley registered the total condescension. He was in love with Scarlett, and was happy that she enjoyed him coming on her.

"My sweet boy Micheal," she said to him, again, almost as though she regarded him as an equal. "I think we're going to be good friends. Let's get on with class, shall we?"