I want her to be dressed like you explained yesterday when I went to a concert. My vest is still quite open. You are coming closer to me. You are pushing a simple little finger down my neck. You are sticking out your nose. You are breathing into it gently, bitten... You are sticking your tongue out at me... One of your hands is tangled in my hair. The other is insistently sliding down. Under the vest. You are roughly poking your hand under my bra and stopping for a moment. You are warming me up, but you are cold. My cheeks are curling and becoming hard. You are spreading your hands. You are finding a little finger above my bra. My knees are bending. I am holding your other hand and pushing it down with a persistent movement. You crawl on my ass. Then from the front, then my arms... Now I breathe in your ass and I want your door. You put your hands in, come on, my arms and press... That rabbe on your panties is getting into my clitoris and making me tremble. It's tempting. I unbutton your pants myself. I praise your students and push them up, and then down again, on the floor... There's a lot worse. I put your strong hand on your bikini. You gently push it up, and you rub against my clitoris. I grab your door. Put your hands in