losing control

As Mike's voice uttered the triggering word, "class," a sudden wave of heat washed over me, my body reacting instinctively. Without even realizing it, my hands moved to the buttons of my school uniform, fingers deftly undoing them one by one. The fabric slid off my shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath as I stood there, lost in a haze of lust.

My plaid skirt pooled around my feet, the white blouse following suit, leaving me in only my bra and panties. The arousal coursed through me, clouding my thoughts, making me crave the touch of another. The desire was overwhelming, driving me to shed the last remnants of clothing until I stood completely naked before Mike.

His eyes widened in surprise, a hunger flickering in their depths as he took in my exposed form. My skin tingled under his gaze, a mixture of shame and excitement bubbling within me.

A rush of realization flooded through me as I stood there, completely naked before my tutor. The cool air caressed my bare skin, making me acutely aware of my exposed state. Shame and desire warred within me, creating a heady mix of emotions that left me breathless.

I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body, his hunger palpable in the charged atmosphere between us. The knowledge that I was standing there, **** and stripped of all defenses, fueled the flames of my desire even further. I craved his touch, his hands exploring every inch of my naked form, igniting a fire deep within me.

The need for sex with him consumed me, overshadowing any sense of propriety or restraint. I longed to surrender myself to him, to lose myself in the pleasure that only he could provide.

With a fierce determination burning in my eyes, I moved closer to Mike, my naked body a silent yet powerful invitation. I could see the primal desire reflected in his gaze as he watched me approach, his breath quickening with each step I took.

Without a word, I climbed onto the school bench, positioning myself in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. My exposed skin brushed against the cool surface, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I arched my back slightly, accentuating the curves of my body, knowing the effect it would have on him.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way his hand moved with purpose, sliding down his pants to reveal his pulsating cock. The way his shaft stood proudly, aching for my touch, made my own desire ache with need.

His cock stood proudly, aching for release as he approached me with a predatory glint in his eyes. I could feel my own arousal building, aching to be touched and taken by him.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, I need you. Take me now."

And then, with a hunger that matched my own, he descended upon me, his touch igniting a fire within me that blazed out of control. Our bodies melded together in a frenzy of need, the school bench creaking beneath us as we gave in to the primal urge that demanded to be sated.