Typical Day for Brittany

Brittany pretended to listen to the hunky philosophy teacher words as he droned on and on about some old philosopher she didn't care about. She was sitting in the front row of a packed lecture hall, clad in a thin flannel skirt and a tasteful white top. Her notebook was discarded, forgotten as she rested her head in her hands and stared at the young, rugged professor.

He paced back and forth, the textbook in hand. As he scanned the room with those deep brown orbs, he looked eyes in the busty blonde and his eyes lingered on her youthful features. She bit her lip and spread her legs, giving him an eyeful of her bare, puffy mound under her skirt. She blew a kiss to him, cutting straight through his professional monologue and causing him to turn beat red and drop his textbook to the ground. As he fumbled with his book, the president's gravely voice filled the room. "Brittany, please report to Principal Ogun's office."

Brittany pouted that she couldn't continue teasing her latest conquest. She rose, collected her books and walked to the instructors desk, locking eyes with the professor as she walked up. He raised his book up almost like a shield to defend himself from the predator approaching him. Brittany strode up to his one side, took out a pen and wrote her number and address on his desk before clicking the pen and walking out. As she reached the exit of the room, she turned back to see he stared open jawed at the bounce of her ass she she walked. She blew him another kiss and exited.