No Chance

The redhead teacher circles the desk like she already owns every inch of the girl waiting on the other side. Blonde curls spill over the front of her uniform. The older woman’s eyes linger on those full, natural tits straining the blouse before she speaks. Her voice stays calm, but the hunger in it is unmistakable. She offers terms in plain numbers. Tuition covered. Rent paid. All the girl has to do is sign with her body. The student swallows, color rising in her cheeks, but the pen is already in her hand. When the signature dries, the redhead steps in close, slides the blouse open, and cups both heavy breasts, thumbs flicking across tight nipples. Fingers trail down, push the skirt up, and find warm skin. Two knuckles press, sink, and start a slow rhythm that makes the girl’s hips rock forward. Every stroke is measured, greedy. The blonde bites her lip, knuckles whitening on the desk edge, and lets the teacher take exactly what she paid for.