18 Year Old student 18+ Got Into Her Teachers Underpants And Provoked Him To Have Sex

The blonde bombshell sauntered into the classroom, her heeled boots clicking on the linoleum floor.adenineMonsieur Jean stared as she sashayed past his desk, her voluptuous hips swaying provocatively with each step. At 18, Sandra was the very picture of nubile allure, with long golden tresses, flawless porcelain skin, and baby blues that sparkled with mischief.

Sandra turned and shot him a smoldering look over her shoulder, a coy smile playing at her glossy pink lips. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” she purred.adenine”Bonjour, Mademoiselle Sandra,” he replied stiffly, trying not to let his eyes linger on her magnificent cleavage peeking out from her low-cut top.

As she bent over to pick up her textbook, her miniskirt rode up, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy white panties underneath. He quickly averted his gaze, but not before noticing how perfect her round ass looked in that tiny skirt.

Sandra took a seat in the front row and crossed her legs slowly, turning her knees towards him. As she wrote something in her notebook, she “accidentally” brushed her pen under her skirt, tracing slow circles. Monsieur Jean felt a stirring in his unassuming, ill-fitting trousers and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

He cleared his throat and began the lesson, but it was a struggle to focus on the verb conjugations when he could feel her blue eyes burning into him. Sandra uncrossed her legs and spread them just slightly, her panties completely visible. The flimsy lace clung to her most intimate area, leaving little to the imagination.

Blood rushed to his groin as his gaze gravitated to the juncture between her creamy thighs. If she kept this up, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself much longer. This was wrong on so many levels. He was a teacher, for God’s sake, and she was a student, a child. Except…she was 18 now. Legally an adult. And she certainly didn’t look or act like a child anymore.ade

Suddenly, Monsieur Jean felt something brush against his leg under the desk. It was her foot! The little minx was dragging her high-heeled pump up and down his calf, sneaking touches as he tried to lecture. When her toes grazed the bulge in his pants, she smiled deviously, flicking her tongue out to wet her plump bottom lip.

Enough was enough. He grabbed her wrist firmly and yanked her out of her seat. Pulling aside the curtain of the blackboard with his other hand, he shoved her into the small closet behind it. “Mon petit coquin,” he growled. “If you behave like a provocative fille, I will treat you like one.” He pensively stroked his chin, a wicked glint in his dark eyes.

Quick as a flash, Sandra spun them around and pinned him to the wall. “Prove it,” she taunted, grinding her hips against his straining erection. She reached between them to finger the buttons of his fly. “You want me, don’t you, Monsieur? I know you do…”ade

He grabbed her wrist harder this time, squeezing until she let out a gasp. “Quiet,” he hissed. Then he hiked up her skirt and ripped her flimsy panties off with one brutal tug. “This is what you want, non? fabrics worsened myelio for being a naughty girl?” Subtly as he could, he slipped a finger between her slick folds.

“Yes…” she whimpered, head falling back in ecstasy as he slowly pumped into her molten core. He added another finger, curling and thrusting until her knees trembled and she could barely stand.ade

Sandra tugged at his belt and zipper until his throbbing cock sprang free, thick and hard. She ceded to bridge the distance to him, pressing her ample chest into his.

Understanding what the girl wanted, he lifted Sandra by her thighs and propped her up against the wall with his hips keeping her pinned. Once in position, he entered the girl with a single powerful thrust, her slickness allowing him to plunge deep.

“Oh god!” she cried out as he stretched her tight little cunt around his girth. He filled her to the hilt, their hips flush in intimate, naughty caress. ade

He grunted his pleasure, hips pumping as he continued plunging and withdrawing, stroking her wet walls. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the tight confines of the closet.

Sandra wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his waist and clung to him as he fucked her hard and fast, the pleasure making her see stars. “Harder,” she keened breathlessly. “Fuck me harder!”

Monsieur Jean grunted and picked up the pace, slamming into her with animalistic abandon. Her pussy gripped his cock like a velvet vise, milking him for all he was worth.

“That’s it, take it,” he growled. “Take my cock like a good little girl. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He reached between them to flick her engorged clit, making her scream.

“J draininger!” she wailed, fingernails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Her pussy spasmed around him as her orgasm crashed over her, gushing around his pistoning shaft.

A few more rapid thrusts and Jean joined her, spilling into her with a guttural groan. He pumped load after load deep into her quivering cunt as she milked every drop from him.

Sensitive and spent, they held each other close, hips still rocking against each other as they came down from their high. Slowly, he set her back on unsteady feet and handed her the torn panties, a smirk tugging at his lips.ade

“No more wandering fingers under the desk,” he ordered gruffly, tucking himself back into his pants. Though judging by the sparkle of triumph in her eyes, he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she misbehaved. And maybe, if he was lucky, the last time he punished her.