Look up my skirt. Schoolgirl after school thinks about the teacher.

She couldn't deny that this man drove her crazy, her teacher, yes he was her teacher, but it's a little matter, every time she took classes she couldn't help but feel how her juices slid down her legs, how her nipples were hard at the voice and most of all the powerful way he always looked at her.  She had never done anything to get his attention, even if she was dying for it she didn't think it was possible for him to want something with her, after all she was just a little girl. That's what she thought about as she got home, and noticed she was alone, she ran to her room and undressed and began to caress herself remembering the tone of voice with which the professor was reading that afternoon or the way she had looked at him as she bent over surely he had seen her cleavage.