She was skilled at blowing me. She might not be a succubus, but she was a MILF. My MILF-teacher. This was every boys' fantasy who took her class.And I...was enjoying her.Damn.My balls tightened as she suckled harder. The skill and suction of her mouth were incredible. I groaned, my heart racing. The ache to cum swelled at the tip of my dick. I groaned, the moment hurtling closer and closer.Mrs. Hemlock nursed on me with passion. She wanted my cum firing into her mouth. She ached to have my spunk. Now for the fun part, she thought. Her mind cleared of the need to piss, all the perverted ideas she had had this morning and yesterday came back to her.First she searched the cramped shelfs and it didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for. There in a box was it, a really long rope, that was originally used to separate the gym into two parts for burning ball for example. But some day it was replaced with one of those new elastic bands that would give way if a pupil ran into it. Cheeky caresses close to my pussy, fingers leaving me aching and gasping and making pathetic pleads for his mouth to be on me. My eyes shut tight ‘look at me’ he whispers against my inner thigh and I glance down just in time to see his tongue dip into my warmth. My hands find the back of his head as his tongue finds my clitoris and that electric shock inside me hits again and my hips lurch towards him. Beard scraping against my freshly showered thigh, he licks and suckles all the while locking. ”“But can’t I stay a little longer? Just one more page, one more paragraph, a few extra lines?"“I’m walking you to the door now.”She walked him to the door.“And now I’m opening it for you, and saying good night.”She opened the door for him, and said good night.“But there’s nothing out here!” Robert said.“Everyone knows what hotel hallways look like,” said Charlotte, “so there’s no need to describe one.”“Can’t it at least have red carpet? I’ve always liked the color red. Just think, that wasn’t.