You know you can't resist me. I know that even now as you're standing at the front of the class, avoiding looking anywhere near me, flashes of our encounter last week still runs through your mind. Of me kneeling on front of you, your cock in my mouth. Of your tongue on my nipples. Of my nails scratching own your back as you thrust into me. You told me it couldn't happen again, but I know you can't help but wish I was riding your cock again, squeezing your cock as you shot your cum into my young pussy. Maybe if you're good...we can play again today...