Taylor (part 2)

[Prerequisite: Taylor P1]

As the bell rings signaling the end of the last period of the day (that you spent gawking at MS. Taylors features, which showed through her floral pattern sundress, with just enough cleavage to keep you hard all lesson) you start to pack up your gear to leave the room, but as the last student exits the room you hear a subtle click of a lock followed by a subsequent, demanding, prescence behind you, putting both their hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them with a tender motherly grasp.

"I hope you don't have a whole lot planned for the afternoon" Ms. Taylor teases "I ran out of protein powder yesterday and didn't have time to pick any up, so you'll have to be my substitute for tonights preworkout"

You place one of your hands on hers and softly stroke it, craning your head straight upwards to see her still clothed but quite revealed breasts towering over your head with a sincere smile and passionate look peering over the top of them.

"Well I don't object; but why dont we just swap tonights workout to now, so I'll give you some protein and then we get straight to work" You suggest, knowing that you could go atleast 3 rounds with how much you'd been saving.

Ms Taylor took her spare hand off your shoulder and started to trace down your body, leaning over you more as she approched the waistband of your pants; her head coming right up against your ear as she broke the waistband of your pants and grabbed your cock, slowly starting to stroke it while she whispers and breaths in your ear, hot air on your neck. "I've never heard of a better idea"