Take Miss Hewitt’s panties off

“Hmm fuck it, I won’t get another opportunity like this again,” he mumbled to himself, staring at her incredible body.

Miss Hewitt was as strict as of a teacher as they get. But you could also say that about her hotness. Looking at her body, he could feel the massive hard-on from inside his own underwear.

“Miss? Miss Hewitt?” he said once more, shaking her arm. It was in attempt of seeing if she was truly passed out or not. If she was really out of it, then Mark could steal her panties. It all felt so wrong but so hot.

She let out a half snore but flipped her head to the other side. It gave Mark a little fright but he didn’t get too distracted, focusing on the task at hand. He checked out body once more before lightly roughing her on the thighs below her outfit. Mark squeezed her leg a little more, testing just how asleep she was.

With no movement from the young teacher, Mark assumed that he was in the clear. Using both hands, he slid them up her two smooth legs. All the way up until he felt those small pink panties. The material felt lacy, on the sides of them, Mark slid his fingers inside, now in between that and her bare skin.

Still no movement from Miss Hewitt.

It gave Mark the courage to start yanking them down. The hardest part was sliding them off her curvy butt. He pulled slowly but firmly, eventually rolling down her ass cheeks. Once the pink material was past her ass, it was easy to roll them down her legs and off her feet.

Mark stood in front of the passed out teacher, her panties in his hand. “Holy shit…” he muttered, bringing it to his face.

He inhaled them deeply, smelling the small wet patch where her vagina was sitting right up against. Even though it was light, Mark could get a real good sniff of her vaginal juices. It was then that Miss Hewitt let out another tiny snore. Mark couldn’t wait much longer, if she woke up now, he would be screwed.

Quickly getting his phone out, he took a snap of himself in front of her bed, the pink panties in his hand. Inspecting the photo, Mark couldn’t believe what he had pulled off.

The boys were never going to believe this.

He knew he had to get out of here as soon as possible or he could have his college life in serious jeopardy. However, before he left, Mark wanted to take a quick peek of what was under that pink tutu. Her bare shaven lips was a sight to behold, Mark had the perfect view from the end of the bed.

Her lips were pink and puffy, looking so damn juicy. The thought of diving in head first to have a taste was something he would have paid good money to do. But knowing it was too much of a risk, Mark put her pink costume back down before backing away.

Mark left the room like a thief in the night, panties within his hands and the secret photo on his phone.