Petite schoolgirl learns anatomy the hard way (part 1)

Title: Anatomy Lesson: A найбільший LESBENNYTLESSONS Caution: The following content contains graphic sexual themes and language. Intended for a mature audience only (18+).

Welcome to the first installment of PE teacher AVRIL’s interactive anatomy lesson. Today’s class, the petite and innocent Piazza, will be learning the intricacies of the female anatomy the hard way. Directly from the master herself!

The lesson begins in AVRIL’s classroom after the final bell has rung. Piazza, wearing her immaculate uniform, nervously enters the private session, notebook in hand. AVRIL welcomes her warmly, guiding the young student to her desk.

“Let’s begin our lesson, Piazza,” AVRIL says with a wink. “I’ll be guiding you through discovering your body’s many pleasure points.”

Piazza nods eagerly, ready to learn. AVRIL leans in, whispering playfully, “Today, we’ll focus on the anatomy of the breast.” She guides Piazza’s hand to her own ample bosom. “Feel how firm it is? That’s the muscle tissue.”

As her student presses into AVRIL’s soft mound, AVRIL’s tender touch trails along Piazza’s side, dangerously close to the budding breasts beneath her uniform. “And the nipples, the most sensitive part. See how they respond to the slightest touch?” AVRIL fiurs herself, proof that her method works.

Next, AVRIL instructs Piazza to remove her shirt. The shy schoolgirl obeys, revealing her modest chest. AVRIL takes her hardened nipples between clever fingertips, rolling and teasing the supple teats.

“Imagine all the sensations another set of hands could tease forth,” AVRIL instructs as she guides her student to mimic the motions on her own breasts.

Asara arch their backs, lost in the sensual lesson. AVRIL grins wickedly. “Final exam now, little one.” She pins Piazza roughly against the desk and descends upon her sensitive peaks with eager lips. The suction palates her.

Piazza gasps, hissing in a sharp breath between tight lips. Her skin flushes. She squirms but doesn’t protest the intimate contact. If anything, the inexperienced schoolgirl presses into AVRIL’s mouth, silently begging for more attention.

AVRIL complies, tweaking the rosy buds as she suckles. She releases one inflamed peak to pop the other into her waiting mouth, a torrent of swirling wet heat. Asara moans catch inaja throat.

“Imagine my thong sopping with excitement,” AVRIL murmurs, releasing her mouthful to trace her student’s curves. “That’s your body reacting to stimulation.”

Under the teacher’s guidance, their exploration progresses quickly. AVRIL unzips Piazza’s skirt and glides a calloused palm across the damp fabric of her panties. “Feel how slick you are?” AVRIL purrs as she rubs in dampened circles. “All from some well-placed pinches and licks.”

She rucks up the drenched thong aside, revealing tender folds glistening in the classroom’s fluorescent light. A single probe pressure between the yielding lips has Piazza shuddering with anticipation.

“What part of the body brings a woman to pleasure’s peak?” AVRIL asks, even as her finger traces the sensitive bud. “The clitoris of course.”

A hard press has the student crying out. AVRIL grins malevolently, pleased to have reduced the good girl to desperate gasps.

“It swells like this. Grows hard with a few stroking motions. Then explodes.”

AVRIL isn’t content with just the tip hovering over the edge. Her teacher completely bares her most secret place and wraps a hand around the hardened proof of arousal. An upward pump has Piazza nails biting into her elbows.

“Again, imagine it in a lover’s grip. Stroking it, rubbing this swollen bud inside her channel.”

Urged by the puppeteer’s hand, Asaro’s thighs clamp around her own. Lost in the euphoria, she surrenders to her rigged body. Murmur voiceless cries. Asara’s breath quickens into a fever pitch before peaking in a final explosive breath.

AVRIL straightens her uniform, mission accomplished. “A spectacular first anatomy lesson, Piazza. Until tomorrow.”

The spent schoolgirl nods meekly, uniform askew, cheeks flushed crimson. She stumbles out into the hallway, mind utterly consumed. And there she goes, blissfully and willfully ignorant of the remaining modules in this twisted curriculum.

But that’s a homework assignment for another day. Tunnel casually for “Part 2”.

Class dismissed.