Valeria gives him even more

While he was out, Senorita Valeria smugly enjoyed his stupid, knocked-out face. That arrogant brat. The class clown. This American champion. He wasn’t so tough. He just needed a firm hand to guide him. And some firm, soft breasts…

Billy woke up with his head in Senorita Valeria’s lap. She was kneeling on the carpeted classroom floor, while Billy laid on his side with his head resting on her thighs. One of Valeria’s hands was softly stroking the side of his face as he came to.

He had no idea how long he’d been out. How long his busty, bossy Spanish teacher’s breasts had sedated him for. What kind of boxer got defeated, got SLEPT, by boobs? What kind of man?

When she notice him rousing, Valeria scoffed.

“Come on, American boy. You’re embarrassing yourself,” she commented, an amused glint in her eye.

The groggy athlete groaned, lifting his head for a moment, before deciding to let it flop back into her lap. Her thighs were warm, and comforting…

“It’s not my fault…” Billy gasped. “Your boobs are way too powerful.”

Valeria considered this, with a pouty frown. Was that it? Had the boxer just lost the arms race against her boobs? Were her Cuban missiles just too powerful? She looked down at her breasts to consider, and a disgusted sneer crossed her lips.

“Ugh. You drooled on my tits,” she commented.

“S-Sorry,” Billy murmured.

Displeased with him, Valeria stopped stroking his face, and instead used her hands to guide Billy up onto his knees. Now kneeling across from one another, they had a chance to stare into each other’s eyes.

Billy’s gaze was meek and timid. The rowdy boy who disrupted her classes had so quickly turned submissive. Valeria smirked, her own smoky gaze burrowing through Billy like a laser beam.

Lowering her voice to a softer tone, Valeria lifted a hand to cup one of her large breasts, bouncing it gently in front of the muscular young man before her.

“Do you want to go to sleep again…~?” she teased, a lovely melody in her voice.

“No… Please, no… I can’t… It’s too much.”

The busty Latina grinned. She loved seeing him like this.

After giving her large breast a few final lazy bounces, Valeria stretched her arms behind her back and puffed out her chest, pushing those weapons of doom just a bit closer towards him.

“Why don’t you try kissing them? In fact, beg my boobs for forgiveness. They’re vengeful things, you know…”

With only a moment’s hesitation, Billy was on them. Bent over before his kneeling teacher, planting kiss after kiss upon her soft, silky tits as he mumbled out his apology.

“Please - mwah! - don’t put me to sleep - mwah! - I’m begging you… f-forgive me… mwah!”

Valeria couldn’t hold back a giggle, sending ripples through her soft chest. So much for the class clown, she thought. He was worshipping her big breasts now, begging them for mercy.

Americans were so easy.

“I don’t knoooooww…~~” she sang, pushing her chest a little more into Billy’s face. “I think they’re still mad at you, Billy~”

“Puh-Please - mwah! - Please don’t be mad…”

Valeria laughed, amazed at how far she could take this. How pathetic she could make him seem… If only she’d thought of this sooner. The brat was pretty much tamed already, and all it had taken was a few seconds of her tits on his face to put him to sleep.

She enjoyed his worshipful, soft smooches for a while longer. His gentle, adoring kisses. Listening to his timid, quaking apologies and pathetic begging. Oh my. He really was afraid of her tits, wasn’t he~? Terrified of what this busty Latina milf could do to him with them. So much for his arrogance. So much for his confidence. He was a wreck. A pathetic little mess…

With a small giggle, she put a hand on the back of Billy’s head, slowly pulling him in deeper.

“Oh noooo…~ Here they cooommeee…~~” she warned him, teasingly.

Billy sped up his kisses in response. As she drew him in deeper and deeper, his lips only moved faster and faster, growing frantic. Either he was **** to earn their forgiveness in time, or he just wanted to get as many boob smooches as he could before passing out.

Either way, Valeria just laughed at his panicked reaction. And once she’d had her fill, she sighed, shaking her head in mockery and disbelief that this was the same boy who had caused her so many headaches. Who had sat at his desk, relaxed and ignoring her chittering rants for him to pay closer attention. Well he was paying close attention now. As close as it got.

Billy’s kisses felt good against her soft, coffee-colored skin. She paused, allowing herself one more moment to enjoy it as she looked down at the top of his head… Then she spoke again.

“You know what~?” Valeria smiled, then frowned. “Enough of you.”

Valeria suddenly pulled his head in the rest of the way, holding him tightly against her boobs. At the same time, she moved forward to sit on his legs - immobilizing him at the same time as she was smothering him.

There was a big grin on her face as she heard him moan into her chest. No… As she FELT him moan into her chest. Oh, dios mio, that was satisfying…~

She kept moving her hips further up his body, keeping his face buried tightly in her chest as she advanced all the way up to mount him. Eventually, she’d gone far enough to sit on his crotch, knees either side of his hips… And it was then that Billy sighed, and went limp. Oh goodness… She’d fucking knocked him out again!

Billy’s hands, which had been softly caressing his domineering teacher’s curves, slowly fell to his sides, and he was defeated again. Asleep again. Valeria laughed as she felt his pathetic lips burble against her chest, the last of his air leaving him as he gave in to her body.

“Defeated by tits… What a shame…” Valeria sighed.

Clicking her tongue, Valeria took her hand off the back of his head. At the same time, however, she leaned back, so that he wouldn’t fall out of her breasts all on his own. Using gravity against him, Valeria sat back on her calves, arms stretched back with her hands holding her ankles for support, as his limp body slumped forward - leaning against Valeria with his face in her tits as she arched her back.

“Wow… Maybe my boobs ARE just too powerful. Pccchht.”

The poor boy. Putting his own face into her boobs now. Sleeping, unable to escape.

“Oh, stupid American boy…” she grinned, her chest proudly thrust forwards against his face even as she leaned away from him. “You’re just too weak… Now snore.”

In this compromising position, with her flexible, busty body sitting on top of him as she leaned back, there was a second weapon at play. Her big Latina ass rested right on his lap, like a big soft pillow pressing down onto his bulge. And, just for kicks, the bossy Latina began shifting it back and forth.

Grinding her big Latina ass all over that sleepy American dick. Rubbing her booty up and down his impressively hard, impressively fat dick. Enjoying how his lengthy American cock felt under her Cuban ass as she rubbed him through his pants.

When suddenly…

Billy came.

No, really. He fucking came. Knocked the fuck out, face in those big coffee tits, getting a nice little lap dance through his pants - and he blew his load. Pumping out semen into his underwear, completely out of it, completely wrecked - his bossy Spanish teacher could feel his cock throbbing under her big, wobbly ass.

Valeria paused. A cruel smile played across her lips.

“Don’t tell me…” she said, slowly. “Don’t fucking tell me…”