POV Фетиш моей преподши. Она любит сигареты и большие члены (with subs)

The classroom was hazy with cigarette smoke, the acrid scent mingling with the musk of sex. Professor Victoria Sinclair sat at her desk, her long legs crossed as she took a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. She was a striking woman, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, her raven hair pulled back into a severe bun.

The students filed in, their eyes wide as they took in the scene. Victoria was known for her unconventional teaching methods, but this was something else entirely. As the last student took their seat, Victoria stood up, extinguishing her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on her desk.

“Good evening, class,” she purised, her voice husky from years of heavy smoking. “Tonight, we’re going to explore the art of seduction.”

She strutted up and down the aisles, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Seduction is about power and control. It’s about getting what you want, when you want it.”

She stopped in front of a student, a shy, young man named Ethan. “Ethan, come up here,” she commanded.

Ethan stood up, his hands shaking as he approached her. Victoria circled him like a shark, her eyes roaming over his body. “Okay, Ethan, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to take off your clothes.”

Ethan hesitated, looking around at his classmates. “But Professor–”

“Now, Ethan.”

Ethan’s hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a slim chest. Victoria circled him again, taking another drag from her cigarette. “Good boy. Now the pants.”

Ethan’s face was flushed as he unbuckled his belt and shoved down his pants, revealing bright red boxers. Victoria chuckled. “Oh my. Someone’s excited.”

She reached out and traced her finger along the bulge in his boxers. Ethan gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. “Well, well. What have we here?”

Victoria knelt down, her face mere inches from Ethan’s crotch. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling up from her lips. “You like this, don’t you, Ethan? You like having me on my knees for you.”

She reached up and tugged down his boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. “Oh my. Look at this beauty.”

Victoria wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Ethan moaned, his head falling back. “That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

She took another drag from her cigarette, then leaned in and blew the smoke over his cock. Ethan shuddered, his hips bucking forward. “P-Professor…”

Victoria chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? You like the feel of my hot breath on your cock.”

She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft. Ethan cried out, his hands flying to her hair. Victoria sucked him hard, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She was a pro, and she knew just how to work him.

Ethan could barely stand, his knees weakening with each stroke of her tongue. Victoria pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his cock. “You’re going to cum for me, baby. You’re going to cum right in my mouth.”

She took him deep, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around his cock. Ethan lost it, his body convulsing as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. Victoria swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

She pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good boy,” she purred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Now clean up and sit down.”

Ethan stumbled back to his desk, his legs trembling. He could barely pay attention as Victoria moved on to the next student, sucking and fucking her way through the entire class.

By the end of the night, Victoria was sweaty and spent, her hair falling out of its bun. She lit up another cigarette, taking a long drag as she surveyed the room. The students were all staring at her, their eyes glazed with lust and smoke.

She smiled, satisfied with her work. “Class dismissed,” she purised, blowing a smoke ring in the air. “And remember, practice makes perfect.”

The students filed out, their bodies tingling with newfound desires. Ethan lingered for a moment, his eyes on Victoria’s lithe form. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’ll see you next week, won’t I, Ethan?” she purred, taking another drag.

Ethan nodded, his mouth dry. “Yes, Professor. Most definitely.”

He turned and walked out of the classroom, his head spinning with thoughts of cigarettes and cock. He knew he was addiction, but he didn’t care. Victoria had him wrapped around her little finger, and he was eager to see where this dangerous game would lead him.