"I know this is so wrong, but it feels so good!" Miss Watson moaned as Sam's hands possessively groped her massive tits. She knew she should tell him to stop, after all, he was her teaching assistant. She had a duty to set a good example and teach him. Instead, he was 'teaching' her things better left in the dark, lustful recesses of her mind. Her mind screamed 'stop', but it was too late. She belonged to him, now. Her body was Sam's new toy and he was going to play as much as he liked--whether she wanted it or not!
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