Warmth exploded through my p***y as Mr. Avery shoved me into his classroom and locked the door behind us. I wriggled out of his hold, turning around to face him and clutching my books to my chest—like this wasn’t what I had wanted.
After I put a couple of feet between us, he immediately closed the distance, slipped between my legs, and pressed me against his desk. He snaked his hand around my throat and forced me to look up at him.
“You skipped my class.”
I spread my legs a couple of inches wider, letting him nestle himself between them and grind his bulge against my p***y from underneath my skirt. He trailed his free hand up my sheer stockings until he reached my hip, bunching my skirt up by my waist.
With his d**k pressed against my aching cunt, I couldn’t think of an appropriate res
