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Layla

Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: sweet_as_candy, Rating: 38, Source: LushStories

her boyfriend grabbing his hard dick filled the screen. “Sir!” Layla called, reaching for the phone. “I do believe Mr. Warwick is on his final warning in school. This is serious and it’ll be reported.” “Please no. I’ll do anything,” Layla pleaded, leaning further over his desk. Her tight skirt rose higher up her meaty thighs, exposing the crescent shape of her voluptuous bottom. Grinning, he flicked his eyes down her school shirt. “That’s quite an offer.” He felt a slight swell in his crotch as he noticed her heaving breasts, which hung perfectly in her tight bra. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume as if she was luring him in. Realising she was having an effect on him, Layla paused and smiled sweetly. “Yes, Sir. I mean anything.” With a wicked glint in her eye, she slowly dragged her pearly white teeth over her bottom lip. Leaning back in his chair, he watched the red-headed temptress seductively lean over in front of him. “You’re a very bad girl, Layla. You can get people into trouble.” He knew the boundaries, he was aware of the risks that were involved but she was worth it. “It’s no trouble, Sir. It’s just an extra-tutorial session.” Layla seductively popped the first button on her shirt. With a sharp inhale, Mr. Richmond could see the swell of her tits almost spilling out of her white bra. He didn’t take long to accept the proposition. His dick was twitching. He hadn’t had so much as a wank in the last few days and he could feel the ache in his balls. The ... swell of his dick pushed against the material of his pants, needing to be nestled between her bouncing breasts. He was mesmerised by her, almost forgetting to breathe as her pink fingernails undid the next button. “Is this okay, Sir? I can stop?” “Maybe, it’s a little late for that. Don’t you think?” he replied, desperately needing her to continue. The thought of being caught didn’t enter his mind. His flattered ego was all that mattered. “I guess I could re-look at that assignment for you.” “That’d be really good of you, Sir,” purred Layla, as she slowly stood back up. Her eyes locked onto his as she unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt and exposed her bra to him. The tightness of her skirt had crept up higher, just stopping short of her knickers. The striped blue tie hung loosely around her neck, nuzzled against her peachy skin. His cock was solid now. His raging erection needed to be inside of the slutty little thing that posed before him. The thought of her wet, tight little snatch around his dick was making him leak. “You’re a dirty girl parading around in front of an older man like that. A man who’s not even your boyfriend! What would Chris think?” “No-one needs to know, Sir,” she responded, biting down on her lower lip. Layla’s eyes locked with his as she slowly walked around the desk to her tutor. Kneeling down in front of him, she smiled sweetly. Without waiting for instruction, she loosened his belt and unzipped him. Her fingernails traced the length of his aching ...