Walking around the class, he used to glance down at me every time he could, staring at my long hair, at my breasts, at my crossed legs, at my tender lips each time I answered his question with the correct answer.
The more he walked around and talked and moved his hands I could not stop thinking how good he would look naked, and how good would those long and perfect fingers would feel in my wet inside. The more I imagined it the hornier I got, when he talked I used to imagine his groaning and moaning voice when I sucked his dick.
Whenever I caught him staring at me I kept eye contact, letting him know that I know he wants me, letting him know that I want him too. That I want to suck his hard dick, that I want to ride it… that I want to pleasure him until I can’t any longer. Those hazel eyes are deep and burn with passion and I am willing to find out each and every dirty little secret they might hide.