Cassidy is enjoying herself very much. The 18 years old lacrosse captain is sitting at the front of her history class, staring at her cute teacher. At 30 years old, Mr Thompson is quite young for his occupation. Not to mention very kind and funny, possessing an excellent sense of humor. His eyes are filled with warmth and he always makes an effort to get to know each and every student well, so he could advise them. With his guidance, she has gotten excellent results in history.
Right now she wants him to help her with something else though. Namely, scratching the itch in her cunt. He isn't good-looking in the archetypal masculine fashion, but always has an adorable expression that endears him to many women, including Cassidy. The teen girl is the principal's daughter and as such has a lot of clout around here. And that clout is something she intends to exploit right now to get what she wants. To have the virtuous Mr. Thompson stuff her vagina with his appendage.
As she watches and listens to him, the girl rubs her thighs together, sticking a hand between the two firm legs. Her muscular thighs trap her hand between them as she uses it to caress her pussy through the short skirt. Rubbing her vulva at first, she shifts, moving her fingers over to stroke the clitoris too. She could feel the nectar from her forbidden tunnel seeping out, as her pussy begins to leak. Her hand registers the heat as her cunt gets warm.
The teen patiently waits, pacing herself. Edging, Cassidy brings herself close to orgasm before stopping repeatedly, holding back on her climax. She wants to release her cunt juice all over his tool later. Eventually, the bell rings, signaling the start of lunch break. People around her start filing out immediately, heading to the cafeteria, library or sports hall. Cassidy's now the last one remaining, going over to pull the drapes shut and then heading towards her older crush.
"Cassidy!" John Thompson calls out as she approaches his desk, swaying her hips. She looks at him with barely concealed lust, her tight, form fitting blouse accentuating the swell of her large breasts. An equally tight short skirt tapers over her huge, firm ass, revealing the outline of her asscrack, reaching down to cover less than half of her milky thighs. She is an incredibly sexy and also smart young woman.
"You see, Mr Thompson," the straight A jock begins, leaning over the desk, planting her hands on it. This movement pushes her ample chest forward, giving him a clear view. She is not wearing a bra. "There is something I need your help with." John gulps, willing himself to calm down. The sight of this gorgeous athlete's boobs is quickly arousing him, making his cock stiffen underneath the slacks. Cassidy notices this, smiling with satisfaction.
"Um, well, go on then," he stammers, feeling nervous. He's a naturally shy person but has never, ever been made to stutter by a student before. "I mean, you're an excellent student. Couldn't be too difficult." She grins, delighted by his compliment. The girl then places one hand on his cheek, before walking around the desk to lock the door and maneuvering him to the wall. Placing another hand on the wall behind his head, she keeps him trapped there, using the hand that cupped his cheek to tilt his chin up.
