Let Ms Demers have sex with you

From Create Your Own Story

"Okay,” you tell her, giving up. As if already expecting the answer, Ms. Demers locks the classroom door and starts removing her shirt.

You only strip down to your bra and panty, moving cautiously towards the mouse of a teacher. She really has nothing going on with her body that you try to figure out how to turn yourself on with this sad sight. It obviously isn’t her nonexistent chest nor would it be anything on her pale skin. Nonetheless you lean over and peck at her breasts and head down to between her legs. You seriously just want to get it over with, anyway. It takes a single finger from you and a few moments to cause her to orgasm, squirting all over your hand.

“Mm, yes,” she tells you. “That should be enough for today.”

You nod and find a clean towel from the art racks to clean yourself up. As you leave the room, you just pretend that the event that occurred in there never happened. Ever. Probably isn’t too late to switch classes, you think. She might want to do this again.

School is over. Go home.

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