Teacher Vs Student: Part Two

Charlotte's hands slammed down hard. Student on her knee again. Term paper vanished the second Lola stepped through the door. One look and Lola choked, arms trembling, voice cracking out an apology and a desperate plea for extra time. No give. No mercy. Just Charlotte's satisfied stare that promised the girl would pay another way. Lola buckled. She meant to lean in for mercy, lost balance, crashed shoulder-first against her teacher's neck. Charlotte hissed, rolled it out, calculating every motion with that predator focus she keeps locked behind half-lidded eyes. The words are gone, unnecessary; they both know the script. Lola's hands start moving, hungry and urgent, opening the blouse with quick sharp tugs until small breasts spring free, rose-pink nipples stiffening instantly under the cool air. Charlotte leans back, throat stretching in one long moan as Lola circles them. Quick flicks, tiny pinches, full-palmed squeezes until every inch sings. "Heels," Charlotte breathes. Lola kneels, peels each black patent leather heel free with trembling fingers, presses warm thumbs into the arch, working tight circuits around ankles and toes. Then the clothes. Everything drops to the floor in messy white puddles. Charlotte tugs Lola bare, pins her with a knowing smirk, exposing cunt already glossy and open. Charlotte parts thick thighs wider than policy books allow. Lola's fingers replace textbooks, curling, stroking, parting soaked lips with zero mercy. Two hands, busy. One skating north and pinching nipples again while the other sinks, slick and sure, knuckles sliding to the knuckle. Juice runs over knuckles onto Charlotte's leather chair. She rocks into it, hips hunting the pressure like a cat. Her head rolls back. The word "effort" leaves Lola's parted lips in a husky whisper. Charlotte answers with a guiding grip on the back of Lola's neck, pulling that mouth down, settling it exactly where pressure will grind bone to nerve. Wet sound fills the room. Breath dissolves. Every stroke writ large on flesh becomes the new grading scale and the only paper that will ever matter tonight.