The Crotch Watcher

Larry lingered after the bell, his hand caught mid-motion inside jeans stretched tight by his swelling need. The teacher, eyes sharp and knowing, commanded him to bare it. The boy's erection sprang free—thick, curved like a promise of mischief. Chalkboard duties vanished in an instant. Instead, she guided him to deeper lessons, her gaze devouring that fat, insistent shaft, exactly the tool her class had lacked. She bent him over his desk, textbooks splayed beneath like forgotten vows. He thrust into her with urgent rhythm, the curve of him hitting just right, drawing gasps that echoed off the empty room. Sweat slicked their skin; her moans built to a crescendo as he filled her, pounding away the day's tension. When release claimed them both, she straightened his clothes with a satisfied smirk, her new favorite pupil dismissed to his next lecture—legs unsteady, mind forever altered.