Roses Are Red - Innocent High - Teamskeet

I really wanted Mr. Fitzergood to know how much I appreciated him, so I snuck into his class and wrote him a heartfelt poem. It went something like this: "Roses are red, violets are blue, I have a sexy twat and it's all for you!" I couldn't wait for him to see it. However, it didn't seem to be enough to catch his eye. That's when I decided to take matters into my own hands... literally.

As the music filled the room, I started to dance sensually around him, making sure to grind against his crotch every chance I got. His eyes widened with surprise but also lust. My heart raced as I watched him struggle to contain himself. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap.

Gasping for breath, I looked up at him, my chest heaving from the excitement. His eyes were burning with desire as he lowered his face towards mine. In one swift move, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss that left me reeling. His hands explored every inch of my body, finally landing on my swollen pussy lips. He rubbed circles around them, teasing me even more before sliding his fingers inside my wetness.

The feeling was indescribable. Electricity shot through my body as he fingered me with rough precision. I moaned loudly, lost in the moment. Without warning, he stood up and lifted me onto the desk. I spread my legs wide for him, eager for him to take what he wanted. And take he did. His hard cock pressed against my dripping pussy lips, begging to be let in.

With a force that surprised even me, he thrust into me, filling me up completely. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he began to pound into me, each motion pushing me further towards ecstasy. The combination of pain and pleasure coursed through my veins like lightning, rendering me helpless against its potency. Until finally, I couldn't contain it anymore.

I screamed his name as waves of bliss consumed me. He followed suit shortly after, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside me. We collapsed onto each other, our breathing heavy and our hearts pounding. He whispered softly into my ear, "That poem definitely did the trick." And I knew, in that moment, that nothing could ever top the lap dance I'd given him.