Student Crush

Eric strolls into this massage spot, gift certificate from his girl clutched in hand for their one-month mark. He strips down, face in the hole, when suddenly it hits him—this hot-as-hell therapist rubbing his back? Yeah, she's that sharp kid from his high school history class. The one who doodled hearts around his name in her notebook, crushing hard. Bet she jerked off thinking about wrapping her lips around his dick back then. Too young, too risky—total teacher trap. But now? Both grown, legal, and damn, the sparks fly. Her robe slips open mid-rub, flashing those killer curves, and boom—his cock jumps to attention, tenting the sheet like it's got a mind of its own. Awkward as fuck, but she grins, eyes locked on the bulge. 'Looks like you need a special release,' she purrs, offering up a hands-on cock massage to ease the strain. Truth is, she's been dying to make this fantasy real—suck, stroke, and fuck her old teacher's throbbing shaft right there on the table. She teases him slow with her tongue, then rides him hard, pulling out every dirty trick that'd land her in detention back in the day. Who knew this 'respectable' parlor bent rules like that? Nothing seals the deal like a bad girl turning teacher's favorite pet, one moan at a time.