She continues to taunt him

She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes, and I watched her chest swell with each deep breath.

“Did I?” she said. “And do you really think you’re in a position to be saying what we should be doing?”

She tapped her finger against her phone on the desk, the reminder unspoken but clear.

Her eyes went from my face to my hand, from her own fingers to my body. Then she slid her hand down, slipping her fingers beneath the tight band of her panties. She worked at it, tugging and twisting, until she bared herself, the cotton bunched awkwardly aside, her skin flushed and slick.

She spread herself with two fingers, and I could see her body twitch under her own touch. She was open, waiting. My hand moved on my cock, slow but insistent.

Mia smiled at the look on my face, then slid her fingers into herself, as she took on that teasing voice of hers.

“So, Mr. Holloway,” she said, through trembling breath, “weren’t we supposed to be discussing a private matter today?”

I swallowed hard, my eyes locked between her legs.

“I think,” she said, dragging her fingers up over her clit, “you said you’d heard a rumor…?”

She arched, her breath catching as she touched herself. Her chest lifted beneath her open blouse, causing her bra to ride up slightly.

“Go on,” she said softly. “Tell me what the rumor was.”

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. “I… I’d heard…”

She tilted her head, amused. “Go on. You heard…?”

“Well, you know how students can be,” I mumbled. “It was just something about you. Around school. Stuff people said. I wasn’t–”

She cut me off with a look.

“Now you don’t want to say it? After how serious you were when I walked in here?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers always moving.

I shook my head, shame prickling along my skin.

“That’s okay,” she said, more gently. “Why don’t you have a seat and get comfortable. Maybe that’d make it easier.”

I looked up at her.

“Come on,” she coaxed, a little smile curling her lips. “It’s okay.”

Before I knew it, I reached for the chair and pulled it forward, until I sat down in front of her. I was right at the edge of the desk, between her spread legs.

My hands found her thighs. I was tentative at first, then more sure as my gaze dropped.

I could see her pussy quiver as her fingers worked through her folds, spreading herself open, glistening just inches from me. My hands came up, holding her hips, guiding me closer. It was my tongue she was waiting for, my mouth, my surrender.

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