Daniel.
“My turn,” she suddenly says, voice low and husky, eyes locked on mine with a wicked gleam that makes my c**k twitch harder.
I open my mouth to tease her, but the words die the second she drops to her knees—her back pressing firm against the cool glass beneath her, toes curling for balance, skirt still bunched at her ankles, t**s spilling free and heaving with every breath.
The sight of her like this—my teacher, on her knees for me—nearly undoes me right there.
“Wow… I didn’t picture you to be this naughty, huh…” I manage, voice rough, leaning forward until my palms slap flat against the glass above her head, caging her completely, towering over her as she kneels.
“Then you don’t know me at all…” she whispers, lips curling into a sinful smile that shoots straight to my balls
