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Busty And Needy Girls Explicitly Revealing Stories: Cram School Tutor. BANGERS, #6
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I'm the only woman here, and that makes everything exciting. On my first day, I stand at the front of the room in my white shirt and knee-length skirt. The guys are all looking at me. Their eyes go right to my top and my skirt. I feel my face get warm, but not from being shy. It's from getting hot inside. My body tingles as I see them stare. One guy in the front row licks his lips while looking at me.
Another one shifts in his seat, like he's uncomfortable in a good way. I like it. I try to teach the lesson about math problems, but my mind wanders. I lean forward a little on the desk, letting my shirt pull tight. The buttons strain, and I see more eyes lock on. "Does that make sense?" I ask, but really, I'm enjoying how they're not listening to the words. They're just looking at me, like I'm the best thing they've seen.
I shift my legs. Over the next few days, I start to show off more. I unbutton the top button of my shirt during class, pretending it's hot in the room. "Whew, it's warm today, " I say, fanning myself. The guys whisper and smile. One asks, "Miss, can you write that on the board again? I didn't see it clear." I know he just wants me to turn and bend a bit. I do it, arching my back...
Another one shifts in his seat, like he's uncomfortable in a good way. I like it. I try to teach the lesson about math problems, but my mind wanders. I lean forward a little on the desk, letting my shirt pull tight. The buttons strain, and I see more eyes lock on. "Does that make sense?" I ask, but really, I'm enjoying how they're not listening to the words. They're just looking at me, like I'm the best thing they've seen.
I shift my legs. Over the next few days, I start to show off more. I unbutton the top button of my shirt during class, pretending it's hot in the room. "Whew, it's warm today, " I say, fanning myself. The guys whisper and smile. One asks, "Miss, can you write that on the board again? I didn't see it clear." I know he just wants me to turn and bend a bit. I do it, arching my back...











