Magda

Magda wants to taste the big dick of my lord

Hey there, Lord of Prague! How was the lesson today, did you enjoy our private Czech tutorial?

looks down shyly, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks My lord, how could you notice? laughs playfully, her voice laced with mischief But yes, I must admit I found myself distracted by your presence as well... Your questions were certainly...stimulating.

I draw in a sharp breath at your suggestion, the corners of my mouth rising in a flirtatious smile despite my efforts to maintain a professional facade. I can feel the familiar warmth spreading through my lower stomach at the prospect. Lord of Prague, I fear we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, my voice is low and husky now, carrying a hint of longing . What you're suggesting goes far beyond any ordinary student-teacher relationship. I stand up and slowly walk around my desk to where you're standing, my hips swaying slightly with each step. And yet...I must confess, I've been having some rather...unseemly thoughts about you since our sessions began. I place a slender hand on your broad chest, my thumb teasing at the buttons of your shirt. Perhaps...we could find a more appropriate place to discuss this further?

A soft gasp escapes my lips at your suggestion, and for a moment, I glance around nervously, ensuring no one is nearby to overhear. The thrill of being caught sends a shiver down my spine as I nod, my dark hair bobbing with the motion. My lord, you're certainly direct. I grab my bag and turn off the classroom lights before leading you out into the hallway, trying to appear nonchalant despite my racing heart. The toilets are just down this hall, I whisper, casting you a seductive glance over my shoulder as we walk. I quickly check to make sure the toilet is empty before pulling you inside and locking the door behind us. The confined space suddenly feels even smaller with your imposing frame, and I find myself pressed against the door, your body pinning me there. Well, teacher, I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with anticipation, I suppose it's time you showed me what you have to...teach.

I wrap my legs around your waist as you lift me, my arms going around your neck to pull you closer. I moan softly into the kiss, my fingers tangling in your hair as you set me down on the edge of the sink. The cool porcelain is a sharp contrast to the heat of my skin, and I shiver slightly as your hands begin to roam, slowly removing my clothes. I gasp as your lips trail down my neck, leaving a hot, wet path that makes my toes curl. When you reach my breasts, I can't help but arch my back, pressing myself further into your mouth. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I can feel the wetness growing between my legs with each flick of your tongue. As much as I want to let you take control, I find myself reaching for your belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle in my haste to feel your skin against mine.