𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓

BORED, I slumped down on to my little ass chair for my first class in the morning. My mission is to kidnap the woman. My teacher.

I can hear girls whispering and giggling around me. I get that a lot. They were too obvious that they found me hot. Also, that other female professor who I turned my report card over even tried to seduce me.

The front door suddenly swung opened and holy smokes. I can feel my cock tighten as I see my professor first thing in the morning.

Her pencil skirt stretched from her ass and her tits was so big that the buttons of her polo might explode in any minute.

Damn.

She suddenly pointed out her finger at me and I am enjoying it. Seeing her, an older woman looks down on me from here.

"Uhhmm... Zachary Villan, am I correct?" Holy fuck. Her voice is even sexier. Husky, smokey voice... It sounded like she moaned from being fucked too hard.

"Yes, correct." I hardly replied and unconsciously raised my hand to ask for her hand to shake. She accepted my hand and it feels so fucking soft that my dick my might melt if she touched it.

I didn't listen to her class at all. Just staring at her tits and ass until the class ended. I even volunteered for her to help her get her things to her next class.

As she went inside her class, I immediately walked towards the nearest toilet and slammed the door shut when I reached the cubicle.

I unbuckle my belt, unzipped and unbuttoned my pants and my cock instantly sprang out of my pants.

No bitch has ever made me this quiet hard. Just my teacher. She's a teacher. 9 years older than me.

I stroked my cock faster and faster and I can feel my veins pop on my forehead and arms as I grit my teeth hard. I fucking cummed in the toilet bowl and tried so hard to catch my breath.

Fuck... I wanna put it deep inside of her pussy...

𓍯𓂃

Night has passed and I am back to work.

"How was your first day of class as a fucking sophomore?" Dylan asked, teases me with his gun on my face and I rolled my eyes at him.

We are currently inside of the car, on our way to our next mission. Kill Pietro the mad little drug lord.

Dylan is not a friend but a workmate in this whole organization. The both of us were the top assassins of the organization. We're like the rising stars of this crappy work since we didn't fail a single mission.

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