The air in the study hung thick with anticipation. Janine Hard, a woman whose age only amplified her allure, adjusted her black stockings, the slight rustle echoing in the otherwise silent room. Martin Spell, her student, shifted nervously, his gaze fixed on the small patch of exposed thigh above her stocking tops.
"Are you ready for your lesson, Martin?" Janine's voice was a silken caress, laced with a hint of something more. Her fingers traced the edge of the textbook, but her eyes held his captive.
He swallowed hard. "Y-yes, Mrs. Hard."
She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume – a heady mix of vanilla and something subtly dangerous – filling his senses. "Today, we're going to explore a topic not found in these pages." Her hand moved, resting lightly on his knee. He could feel the heat radiating through his jeans. "The language of desire."
Martin's breath hitched. He knew he should pull away, but he was powerless. He wanted this. Needed this.
Janine smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. She stood and walked around the table, her hips swaying with each step. When she reached him, she straddled his lap, the pressure a shocking jolt through his body.
"First lesson," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Learn to obey." She reached down, unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free, straining against his boxers.
Janine chuckled softly and gripped him in her hand, expertly stroking him. "And next," she continues "Learn to listen to your desires"
He moaned, his head falling back. He could feel the tightness in his chest, the pulsing heat between his legs. He had never felt anything like this before. This mature, Russian tutor was about to give him the best lesson of his life. His big butt instructor leaned over and gave him the tutor sex experience he dreamed of. Stockings never looked so good.
He gripped her hips as he pounded into his teacher, he would never forget the lesson from his hot older woman.
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Martin Spell