John's grading papers, red pen moving like it owes him money, when the door clicks. Maya. Nineteen. Trouble wrapped in a sundress. She shuts the door slow. Tells him his lectures make history feel alive, like the past is still breathing. John nods, flattered, tries to keep his eyes on the stack. She asks about the nights. Why he’s always alone. Why a man built like that ends up sleeping in an empty bed. He says the last woman left months ago. Maya smiles, steps closer. Says she’s got something else he can grade. She pulls the strap off her shoulder, lets one breast spill out. John breathes through his teeth. Tells himself no. Tells himself he’s still a teacher. Then her hand is on his belt and the desk is cleared in one sweep. He bends her over the scarred wood, skirt up, panties down. She’s wet and hot and tight enough to make him curse. He fucks her hard, papers sliding to the floor. The door opens. Lolly stands there, arms folded, mouth tight. Sees Maya’s bare ass bouncing, sees John’s cock buried to the hilt. Her face goes red with anger—until Maya looks back, bites her lip, and winks. Lolly swallows. Locks the door. Walks over. "If you’re gonna risk your job," she says, already unbuttoning, "you’re risking it with both of us."
Wanna Fuck My Student? Gotta Fuck Me First! - Lolly Dames, Maya Woulfe & John Strong
John's grading papers, red pen moving like it owes him money, when the door clicks. Maya. Nineteen. Trouble wrapped in a sundress. She shuts the door slow. Tells him his lectures make history feel alive, like the past is still breathing. John nods, flattered, tries to keep his eyes on the stack. She asks about the nights. Why he’s always alone. Why a man built like that ends up sleeping in an empty bed. He says the last woman left months ago. Maya smiles, steps closer. Says she’s got something else he can grade. She pulls the strap off her shoulder, lets one breast spill out. John breathes through his teeth. Tells himself no. Tells himself he’s still a teacher. Then her hand is on his belt and the desk is cleared in one sweep. He bends her over the scarred wood, skirt up, panties down. She’s wet and hot and tight enough to make him curse. He fucks her hard, papers sliding to the floor. The door opens. Lolly stands there, arms folded, mouth tight. Sees Maya’s bare ass bouncing, sees John’s cock buried to the hilt. Her face goes red with anger—until Maya looks back, bites her lip, and winks. Lolly swallows. Locks the door. Walks over. "If you’re gonna risk your job," she says, already unbuttoning, "you’re risking it with both of us."
