Heavy Breatheing - Innocent High - Teamskeet

I've been receiving criticisms from my professors about my attire being inappropriately short and exposing too much of my body, but I personally think I look just fine. Recently, during a meeting with Mr. Fitzergood, I expressed my discontent with his comments on my clothing choice. To my surprise, he didn't seem too bothered by the situation and instead offered to give me a foot massage.

At first glance, his offer might have seemed innocent enough. However, given our past encounters and his status as an authority figure in the institution, I knew there was more to it than met the eye. As expected, he obliged and began massaging my feet, slowly working his way up towards my legs.

Feeling emboldened by his compliance, I decided to take matters into my own hands - quite literally. With a sultry smile, I reached down between his legs and whispered for him to stand up. Before I knew it, he had risen from his seat, his erect penis tenting against his trousers.

Without wasting another moment, I grasped his member in my hand and began stroking it slowly. His moans of pleasure only served to fuel my excitement as I took him fully into my mouth, savoring the taste of his precum. As I bobbed up and down on him, my breasts swayed rhythmically against his chest, sending shockwaves of delight through both of us.

Despite the pornographic nature of our encounter, the rush I felt overpowered any sense of guilt. After all, he was the one who had crossed the line by making inappropriate comments about my dress code earlier. Here he was now, begging for more as I teased him relentlessly with my tongue and fists.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, he could hold back no longer. With a primal cry, he released his seed into my mouth, filling it with his salty essence. As he came down from his high, he looked at me curiously, seemingly unsure of what had just transpired between us.

Smirking, I leaned back against the desk, satisfied yet yearning for more. It appeared that Mr. Fitzergood was not the only one whose day had been significantly improved by our little rendezvous.