December 5, 2025

Yuri’s fingers tighten around your cock, even though she’s struggling to fit your girth into her hand. Her grip is warm and tight. The first slow stroke sends a shock straight through your spine. You groan before you can stop yourself.

“Mm… already making noises?”

She murmurs, thumb circling the ridge of your tip as she drags her hand down again.

“You really are hopeless.”

Her pace is slow, agonizingly slow, like she wants you to feel every inch of her touch. She pulls her hand back up, wrist twisting just slightly, and your hips jerk involuntarily.

Her chuckle quietly fills her office.

“Look at you… misbehaving even when you’re sitting still.”

Her eyes flick up to meet yours.

“Is this what you do instead of homework? Stroke yourself and hope someone catches you?”

You open your mouth to answer, but she speeds up suddenly. Her hand glides quicker and tighter. A startled groan tears out of your chest before you can stop it. Your head tilts back against the chair.

Yuri’s voice softens, but her words don’t.

“That’s it… let me hear you. You like this, don’t you? Being touched by your teacher.”

Then she slows again, so suddenly it feels like your body is trying to chase her hand.

“Not so fast.”

She smirks.

“I choose the pace. Not you.”

She strokes lazily, almost teasingly, her palm sliding from base to tip with infuriating control. You clench your jaw, trying not to beg for more pressure, more speed…anything.

Her thumb glides over the slit again.

“God…”

She breathes under her breath, not even realizing aloud.

“You’re so… big.”

Her hand pauses. Her eyes widen for the second time that afternoon.

“It’s too much for one hand.”

She whispers to herself.

And then, her second hand slides in beneath the first.

The sensation nearly knocks the air out of you.

Both hands wrap around your length, her fingers barely meeting as she squeezes, testing your girth with a breathless sound you’ve never heard from her before. She starts stroking again - two-handed this time - her lower hand curling and dragging up while the upper twists down.

Your hips lift off the chair, a raw groan ripping out of you.

Yuri’s breathing matches yours now, heavy and uneven. Her white top strains against her chest as she leans closer. Her hair brushes your stomach, her nails dig lightly into your skin as she works you with slow, controlled, overwhelming strokes.

“That’s it…”

She whispers, her voice almost trembling as her eyes drink you in.

“Look at you… You’re huge. Too big for my hand… too big for any good boy.”

She squeezes harder with both hands.

“But you’re not a good boy, are you?”

Her pace quickens, just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. Enough to force another groan from your throat.

“You’re my bad boy. My bad student.”

Her lips are inches away from your twitching head.

“And I’m going to make sure you learn exactly how to behave for me.”

Yuri’s grip tightens, both hands gliding up and down your shaft in slow, twisting motions. Every stroke sends another bolt of pleasure through your body. You can’t keep quiet. Low groans and shaky breaths fill her office.

You meet her gaze, letting your eyes flicker down to her mouth. She notices. Her lips curl into a knowing smile. Without breaking eye contact, she leans in even closer, so near you can feel her breath against your skin.

“You like watching me, don’t you?”

She teases, voice low and rough with her own excitement. Her tongue slides over her lips, gathering a slick sheen of spit. Then she lets her mouth fall open, letting a long string of saliva drip from her tongue down onto your cock. The wet warmth lands on your shaft, making you twitch in her hands. But she doesn’t stop. She catches the spit with her palm and smears it over your length, working it in with slow strokes. The added slickness only makes her grip more intense. Her hands slide easily up and down, twisting and squeezing.

“Look at this mess you’re making me create.”

She rubs her hands together and strokes your cock with both fists, watching the spit glisten in the light.

“Do you think you deserve this? All this attention just for being a brat?”

You manage a cocky grin through the haze.

“You seem pretty into it, Ms. Kwon. Are you sure you’re not rewarding me for bad behavior?”

She lets out a half amused, half offended laugh, her hands never slowing.

“I’m giving you exactly what you need. A lesson you’ll never forget.”

To drive her point home, she leans forward again, letting more saliva gather on her tongue. Another strand drips down, pooling over your tip before she smears it down your shaft with her palm, spreading it until every inch is glossy and slick.

“Such a bad boy.”

She murmurs almost to herself, her eyes drinking in the way your cock jumps at her touch, the way your thighs tense beneath her nails.

“But you’re all mine now, aren’t you?”

You can only nod, hips rising into her hands as she works you, her spit and praise combining to set your skin on fire.

She strokes you harder for a moment, then slows again, savoring your reaction.

“Let’s see how much more you can take.”

She says softly, her eyes never leaving yours as she continues to slide her hands over your cock, saliva glistening on her fingers and your skin.

Yuri’s hands continue their slow, relentless motion for what feels like an eternity. She pumps your cock with both fists. Your eyes can’t help but wander, flicking down to the gaping line of her blazer, hungry for more.

She catches you. Her pace doesn’t falter. Instead, she gives your cock an extra squeeze, making you gasp.

“Eyes up, troublemaker.”

Her voice is thick with amusement.

“Or are you hoping for a better view?”

You hesitate, not wanting to seem desperate, but the heat pooling in your gut makes it impossible to lie. You glance back up at her face, meet her eyes, and nod, cheeks flushed.

“I… yeah. I want to see.”

She grins, biting her lip, clearly pleased at your honesty.

“Of course you do.”

She purrs. Her grip tightens, stroking you harder for a few beats, making your whole body tense.

“Naughty student. Always wanting more. Always pushing your luck.”

But her words are laced with satisfaction, a smirk curving her lips. She finally lets one hand fall from your shaft, leaving the other to keep stroking you at a torturous, teasing pace. With her free hand, she shrugs her blazer off her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms and fall to the floor.

You watch, breath caught, as she hooks her thumbs under the edge of her white top. She hesitates, meeting your eyes one last time, almost as if she’s making sure you’re watching.

You are. You couldn’t look away if you tried.

Slowly, she tugs the top down, exposing more and more skin. First the curve of her breasts, then her soft, naked tits, perfect and bare beneath the harsh office light. Her nipples are already hard, a deep flush spreading across her chest. She grins at the look on your face.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

Yuri whispers as she resumes stroking you with one hand, the other squeezing her breast, showing herself off just for you.

Your cock throbs in her grip, your mind buzzing with disbelief and raw, hungry need.

“Good boy.”

Yuri breathes, leaning forward so her breasts are level with your cock.

“But don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done teaching you yet.”

Your hand trembles just slightly as you move it toward her chest. Her skin is warm, her nipples hard and her breasts are close enough to touch. You hesitate for a heartbeat, unsure if you should push your luck, unsure if this moment is even real.

But desire wins. You reach forward.

Just as your fingertips brush the air above her skin, Yuri pulls back, her lips curling into a wicked grin. Her hand never stops stroking your cock.

“Oh, no.”

She purrs.

“Not a chance.”

You blink up at her, breath unsteady.

“What? Why-”

“You don’t get to feel them.”

She interrupts, smug and firm.

“Good boys earn that. And you-”

She gives your cock a sharp squeeze that makes you gasp.

“-have been anything but.”

Frustration surges warm and heavy in your stomach. Your hips twitch up into her fist, chasing friction, needing more. She sees you do it, and laughs softly.

“Poor thing.”

She coos, but there is barely any empathy in her voice.

“You want to touch me so badly.”

Then, slowly, she lets go of your shaft.

For half a second, shock slices through you…until her hand slides down to her own chest instead, palming her tits as she moves closer again. You barely have time to react before she leans in and traps your cock between them.

Your brain goes blank.

Her tits are soft, warm, flushed from arousal. They’re not big, just enough to cushion you, and she uses one hand to press them together, tightening the space, locking you in place. The slick from her earlier strokes and her saliva coats your skin, making everything glide.

You groan, almost too loud.

“That’s it.”

Yuri whispers, breath brushing your thigh as she leans closer.

“You only get to see them…”

She squeezes harder, pushing more of her skin around your shaft.

“…and feel them like this.”

She starts moving.
Slow.
Up…
down…
up…
down…

Her breasts glide along your length, warm friction hugging every inch. She leans her weight into it, pressing her tits tighter, each lift and drag pulling another groan from deep in your chest. Your head rolls back against the chair, neck exposed, eyes half shut as pleasure floods your spine.

“Oh my God…”

Yuri smiles as she watches you like hunter watches its prey.

“Such a reaction already? And we’re only getting started.”

Her pace stays slow, letting you feel every delicate shift of her body as her tits slide up and down your cock, squeezing you perfectly, sending sparks racing through your veins. Your fingers curl into the edges of the chair. Your hips jerk despite your effort to stay still. And Yuri looks absolutely delighted by the effect she has on you.

“Look at you.”

She murmurs, dragging her breasts upward again.

“Falling apart just from this.”

And she keeps going. Slow. Steady. Controlled. Torturous. Her eyes are locked on yours, full of heat and power.

Yuri keeps her breasts pressed tight around your shaft, gliding slowly up, then down, delighting in every helpless twitch of your hips. Your knuckles whiten around the chair’s arms. The pleasure makes it hard to breathe, let alone speak.

“Look at you.”

She murmurs again, tone half scold, half purr.

“Already quivering, and all I’m doing is using my tits. Can’t even take this without falling apart, hm?”

She squeezes harder, smirking as another low groan escapes you. Then she drags her breasts up your length once more, eyes never leaving your face.

“So, tell me.”

She prompts, voice thick with amusement.

“What else does my naughty student want?”

Your mouth opens, but no words come, just a ragged breath. Part of you is too lost in the feel of her soft skin sliding over your slick shaft. The other part refuses to admit, out loud, how desperately you’re imagining being inside her.

She sees straight through you anyway.

“Oh?”

Yuri tilts her head, lips curling.

“Cat got your tongue? Maybe you’d rather have my mouth on your cock instead.”

She gives a slow, teasing squeeze that makes your eyes flutter.

“Or…”

She lowers her voice, almost conspiratorial.

“Maybe you’re already imagining what it would feel like to bury yourself in my pussy.”

Your pulse slams in your throat. You try to keep control, but a tiny, almost frantic nod slips free before you can stop it.

Yuri laughs softly, pleased and triumphant.

“I thought so.”

Her breasts keep moving - up, down, squeezing - while she edges in closer, her breath warm against your stomach.

“If you want my mouth… if you want to be inside me… you’ll have to earn it.”

You bite back a groan as she gives another slow stroke, her fingers holding her breasts together around your shaft. She leans forward just enough that the tip of your cock grazes the underside of her chin before she slides back down, making you gasp.

“From now on…”

She murmurs, gaze locked on yours.

“You do exactly what I say. You become my good boy. Obey every instruction. No more skipping assignments, no more testing my patience…unless I ask you to.”

She pauses at the top of another stroke, squeezing pointedly.

“You think you can do that?”

Desperate, head swimming, you nod, this time with conviction.

“Yes. Yes, Yuri.”

“That’s Miss Kwon.”

She corrects, but there’s a satisfied glint in her eyes. She resumes the torturous rhythm of her breasts, each glide slicker than the last.

“Be a good boy for me. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll get exactly what you want.”

Yuri doesn’t let up as she speaks, her breasts gliding up and down your cock in smooth, slick motions, every stroke driving you closer to the edge. Occasionally, she lets her mouth fall open, tongue glistening, and lets a thick string of spit drip right into her cleavage, making the friction even wetter. The sight alone nearly makes you lose it.

Your hand, acting on pure instinct, finds its way to the back of her head, fingers slipping into her hair. Not to push her down, but to hold on as you ride the waves of pleasure rolling through you. You’re barely aware you’re doing it until Yuri’s eyes flick up, catching your gaze, and her lips curl into a teasing smirk.

“Is that what you want? You want my mouth around your cock instead?”

You nod before you even realize it, breath coming hot and desperate. She laughs, a sound both wicked and soft, and leans into your touch just a little.

As she shifts, tilting her head back so her lips are only inches from your tip, your hand tightens ever so slightly, not forcing, just begging. She notices, grinning wider.

“If I start sucking you off,”

She warns, stroking your cock with the soft skin of her tits.

“You’re going to cum in seconds. You sure you’re ready for that, troublemaker?”

A helpless groan is all you manage in reply. The promise of her mouth, the heat of her body, the teasing smirk around her lips…every nerve ending is firing. You barely register the excited glint in her eyes as she looks down at your cock. Didn’t she just tell you, you need to be a good boy to earn this kind of privilege? And now she’s giving it to you just like that?

Yuri leans up, letting her lips hover just above your slick, throbbing head.

“If that’s what you want… then you better promise me something.”

You nod eagerly, desperate for her mouth, desperate for anything she’ll give you.

She smiles slow and devilish.

“Promise you’ll paint my face with your load. I want you to make a mess, just for me.”

Your hips jerk at the thought, and you nod again, fast and needy.

“Yes. I promise. I will-just-please-”

She doesn’t move just yet. Instead, she leans a little closer, her breath fanning over your aching cock.

“And you better promise you’ll get hard for me again. Right after. Think you can do that?”

Even though you know it’s not really up to you, the thought alone sends another thrill through you. You nod again, trembling with excitement and the sheer need to please her.

“Yes. I promise. I’ll be hard for you. I’ll do anything.”

Yuri’s eyes gleam with approval.

“Good boy.”

She slowly lets go of her breasts, letting them fall away and freeing your cock, slick and throbbing, right in front of her lips.

She looks up at you through her glasses one last time, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. And you know you won’t last long. You watch, heart hammering in your chest, as Yuri tilts her head back and parts her lips. She inhales, then begins to gargle, cheeks hollowing and filling with spit. Your breath catches in your throat as you see her throat move, the sound wet and lewd. She lets the gargle slow, then presses her lips together, rocking her head slightly so that the saliva pools at the front of her mouth. You can almost see every bubble, every thick strand of wetness gathering on her tongue. Your pulse rockets. Yuri’s smirk is pure mischief as she leans forward again, closer than before, so you’re forced to meet her gaze over the glistening curve of your cock.

Then, she parts her lips and spits. A thick jet of saliva arcs through the air and lands on your shaft. The impact splatters tiny bubbles across your skin, coating your cock in a slick, glistening sheen. You gasp, the sensation electric, warm, wet, and a little shocking. For an instant, you expect her hands to return, but instead she freezes, watching your reaction.

Your breath hitches. Your thighs tremble.

Then, without warning, she drops her head lower. Her hands come up to brace on your inner thighs, thumbs pressing into your hips as she guides her head toward your shaft. Her lips brush over the tip first, soft and teasing, then wrap around you fully. You feel the warmth of her mouth, the slick of her spit slicked tongue, and a deep groan tears from your chest. Yuri holds you there, every slow pulse of her mouth drawing you deeper into bliss. Her hands grip your thighs firmly, anchoring herself as she begins to move. Soft, steady bobbing strokes. Lips and tongue work in perfect, teasing rhythm. Your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut. You’re lost entirely in the wet, intimate sensation of her mouth taking you in. Each inhale and exhale is punctuated by the gentle suction of her lips, the slick warmth enveloping you completely.

Through muffled groans, you meet her eyes again, yelps of pleasure that she can see even as she continues. She smiles around your girth, spitting a tiny bubble of saliva before swallowing, then increases the pace, tongue sliding up and down your length just under her lips.

You’re completely done.

Yuri shows no hesitation. She devours your cock with enthusiasm, making a delicious mess of spit and pleasure. Her tongue circles your tip, then flattens as she takes you deeper, letting her lips stretch wide around your girth. Every motion is wet and obscene. Loud slurps and gulps fill the room, each sound driving you closer to the edge. She bobs her head up and down, never breaking eye contact for long. Trails of saliva string from her lips down your shaft, coating you in slick warmth. Every time her mouth pulls back, she lets the spit drool from her lips, adding to the mess around your cock and her chin. Her hands grip your thighs hard, her own breath coming quick and heavy with effort and excitement.

After a while, Yuri pulls her mouth off with a wet pop, strands of spit connecting your cock to her glistening lips. She catches her breath, smirking as she gives your cock a quick squeeze.

“God… you really do fill my mouth perfectly. You’re so big, it stretches my jaw just right. I love the way you feel on my tongue.”

Before you can say a word, she slides her lips right back down, swallowing you all over again. The slurping noises grow even louder, more desperate, as she moves faster and deeper, working you toward the inevitable, her praise echoing in your mind and making your body thrum with pride and hunger.

You can barely hold on, every muscle tensed, as Yuri sucks your cock, lost in the pleasure and the sound of her pure, messy devotion.

Yuri’s pace grows more determined as her blowjob goes on, her lips gliding wetly up and down your cock, tongue swirling and pressing against the sensitive underside. Every slurp, every gasp she makes sends a jolt through your body. Her nails dig into your thighs, sharp and possessive, keeping you in place as she takes you deeper, her lips stretching, throat working to swallow every inch she can. You feel her choke, just slightly, as the head of your cock pushes past her tongue and brushes the tight entrance of her throat. The sudden, wet constriction almost undoes you. The slick suction and the feeling of her swallowing around you sets your nerves on fire. You fight to hold on, gripping the edge of the chair, hips trembling as you try not to thrust up into her mouth. The heat in your stomach tightens unbearably.

“Yuri-Miss Kwon-I’m… I’m so close.”

You manage to gasp, your voice half a warning, half a plea.

She doesn’t stop. She glances up at you, eyes sparkling with challenge and encouragement, her mouth stretched wide and lips sealed around you. Her answer is a low, approving moan, the vibration humming through your cock as she sinks down, swallowing again and again, her hands and nails holding you in place, demanding you give her exactly what you promised.

Your head rolls back, a deep groan rumbling from your chest as you teeter on the brink. Yuri doesn’t let up. Her mouth is hot and insistent, tongue swirling, lips sliding, her throat flexing as she swallows every inch she can manage. The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming. You feel yourself start to pulse and throb, your cock twitching between her lips.

Sensing the impending flood, Yuri suddenly pulls off with a loud, wet pop. In an instant, her hands are wrapped around your shaft again, both of them, slick with spit, stroking you with purpose. She looks up at you, glasses slightly askew, a sly, breathless smirk on her face.

“Aww, already falling apart for me?”

She teases, stroking you even faster, twisting her wrists just enough to drive you wild.

“Can’t even hold back, can you? Be a good boy, let me see you cum on my face.”

Your hips buck up into her hands, the need to release unbearable. The heat, the grip of her hands, the look in her eyes…there’s no way you can hold on any longer. You moan her name, breathless and desperate.

“Yuri-Miss Kwon-fuck, I’m-!”

She leans in, aiming your cock toward her face, her glasses catching the light, a wicked smile ready for you.

“Do it. Cum for me, baby.”

That’s all it takes.

You cry out, every muscle tightening as the first hot surge of pleasure bursts free. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her glasses, streaking her cheeks and chin, dripping onto her lips and the tip of her nose. She keeps stroking, milking every last drop, making sure her face is thoroughly drenched in your load.

Yuri grins, licking a bead of cum from her lip, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction behind her cum-splattered glasses.

“That’s my good boy.”

She purrs, still holding your cock gently, letting you shudder through the aftershocks while her face glistens with your mess.

Yuri stands slowly, cum still dripping down her cheeks, and slips her glasses off with one hand. She closes her eyes, lips parting, and runs her tongue along the lenses, licking away the streaks of your cum with a satisfied, filthy moan. The sight is almost unreal. Your breath catches as you watch her savor every taste, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet and shining.

You’re still recovering, heart pounding in your chest, when you notice the ache of desire already returning, hardening again at the pure, shameless hunger she displays. Your eyes flick down, taking in the long lines of her thighs wrapped in those sheer, white-lace-topped stockings, the teasing flash of skin above them as her skirt rides up. Yuri grins as she notices your gaze. She steps in close, knees brushing your thighs, and then straddles your lap, the soft fabric of her skirt sliding up to reveal her white panties. The lace matches her stockings perfectly, barely covering the curves of her ass and the heat between her legs. She settles down onto you, her body pressed close, her skin fever hot against yours.

“Well,”

She murmurs, her voice low and thick, grinding her hips just enough to tease your hardening cock beneath her.

“Looks like my good boy is ready for his next lesson already.”

She leans in, her mouth close to your ear, tongue flicking out to taste a bead of cum still clinging to her cheek, as she grinds her hips once more, her panties growing damp against you.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me now?”

She whispers, hands sliding up your chest, skirt bunched at her waist.

Yuri rocks her hips against you in slow, teasing circles, her breath warm against your cheek. The heat between you is almost unbearable, and she makes no effort to hide her excitement. Her panties are already growing damp, pressing right against your hardening cock.

She leans closer, her lips brushing your ear, voice low and dirty.

“Mmm, do you feel how wet you make me?”

She grinds down harder, her lace panties rubbing along your length.

“You want to feel more, don’t you? I can tell. You’re so desperate, baby. Such a needy, hungry boy.”

Her words make you twitch beneath her, and you groan softly, hands shaking with anticipation. Yuri draws back just enough to look down at you, a mocking pout on her cum-streaked lips.

“Tell me, troublemaker… Do you want to take my panties off?”

She teases, arching a brow.

You swallow, nodding.

“Yes.”

She tsks and shakes her head, feigning disappointment.

“Not like that. Ask properly.”

She leans in until her lips are almost touching yours, her voice a sweet, mocking whisper.

“Say: ‘yes please, Ms. Kwon.’”

You look her in the eyes, trembling, and say exactly what she wants.

“Yes please, Ms. Kwon.”

A sly smile curves her lips.

“Good boy. Do it.”

You reach out, your heart pounding as you realize this is the first time you’re actually touching her. Your hands glide over the soft, delicate lace at the tops of her stockings. You let your palms linger on the silk of her thighs, moving slowly, savoring the sensation, then slip your hands up underneath her skirt. Your fingers trace the curve of her hips, then hook around the sides of her soaked white panties. Yuri lifts herself just a little, hovering over your lap as you peel her panties down. She balances on one knee, her skirt bunched high, and you ease the lace down over her thighs, then her calves, letting your hands savor every inch of skin. She keeps one leg raised, stepping gracefully out of her panties. The soft, damp fabric glides down her other leg, catching just at her knee, leaving her hovering over your cock. Her pussy is bare, warm, and inviting.

Yuri’s eyes are locked on yours, her breathing shaky but her voice steady.

“Go on, baby.”

She grinds her bare heat just over your tip, making you gasp as her folds graze your sensitive head.

“Show Ms. Kwon how good you can be.”

Your hands settle on Yuri’s waist, feeling the trembling tension in her muscles as she hovers above you. The sight of her, skirt hiked, stockings clinging to her thighs, panties tangled at her knee, nearly steals your breath. Your eyes lock on the way her bare, glistening pussy hovers just above your cock, so close you can feel her heat and see every subtle twitch and glimmer.

You steady her with your hands, fingers digging gently into her hips as you help her line up. Her eyes meet yours, wide and shining, breath stuttering from her parted lips. Slowly, you guide her down. The head of your cock brushes her slick folds, and you both shudder. With an agonizing, patient push, you begin to ease her open. Her warmth and tightness hug you instantly. Yuri’s breath catches. A sweet, shaky gasp escapes her throat as you start to stretch her.

She moans, the sound soft and desperate, hands bracing against your shoulders as you inch deeper inside. Her walls clench and flutter around you, struggling to accommodate your size.

“God… you’re so big…”

She breathes, voice almost trembling.

You watch every reaction, your own groans mixing with hers as you slowly, carefully press deeper, giving her time to adjust. Her hips sink lower. Her body shivers. Her breath comes heavier with every inch. You pause, letting her get used to you, rubbing gentle circles along her waist. Yuri’s eyes flutter. Her chest rises and falls as she finally pushes herself all the way down, hips pressing flush against yours. She lets out a low, helpless moan. Her body is now fully impaled on your cock, trembling with effort and pleasure. Her hands move to your chest, nails digging in for leverage. She rolls her hips slowly, testing the stretch, eyes glazed and lips parted.

“God, you’re stretching my pussy so well.”

Her voice wavers between a moan and a laugh.

“So big-so good… Just be a good boy, okay? Let me ride you. Let me feel all of you.”

You nod, dazed, every nerve alight as she begins to move, lifting herself just enough for your cock to almost glide out, then dropping back down with a gasp. Her walls clench around you, tight and eager. You grip her waist, letting her set the pace, lost in the feeling.

But then, before you can even lose yourself in the rhythm, the door behind you clicks open.

“Happy birthday-”

A bright voice calls out, full of surprise and cheer, before halting abruptly.

Yuri freezes atop you, breath caught in her throat. Your heart slams in your chest. Even without turning around, you recognize the voice. Ms. Kim Taeyeon, your biology teacher. Her tone goes from light to stunned in an instant.

“Y-Yuri?” You close your eyes, trapped inside your history teacher’s office with her pussy warming your cock as your biology teacher stares at Yuri’s pleasure filled face and the back of your head.