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can you actually imagine resting your head on a thigh like that? So firm yet soft. Her breasts almost tumbling out of her outfit. You tell a joke, she laughs. But wait a minute. That laughter...it was fake. She didn't actually think your joke was funny. Know her pillowy thighs and curvy stomach mean nothing to you. She doesn't love you anymore, she can't. What the fuck are you doing you're her teacher you can't do this, you need to leave. What if they find you? What if she tells her parents? Oh god. Your life. Everything you ever worked for would be gone in an instant all because this woman was so, bountiful in her pleasures. You need to leave but as soon as you do you will never be touched by someone so beautiful ever again. You will never feel the softness and tenderness of her face while you kissed, and there are other things racing through your mind as you slowly lift your face off her thigh. At first you thought you were in heaven, but apparently it was a siren leading you to hell.
