I thought it was no use. I realized there was no turning back. When I put my hand inside her skirt, I knew what I was doing and what would happen. But my fingers didn't stop. The moment I smelled the sweaty pussy of the student in front of me, I couldn't resist as a man. My reason and ethics were melted away by her tongue. "Teacher, you can touch me," a sweet trap set by a student. The water streaming in through the window...
