The sultry afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the window, illuminating the contours of Miss Shakti’s flushed cheeks as she stood before her pupils, her glasses fogged up with the heat of passion. She had always been a dedicated teacher, but today, she had a secret she couldn’t keep contained. Her pussy, drenched with desire, throbbed beneath her sensible sari. The room, filled with young, eager minds, was thick with the scent of arousal as she tried to maintain her composure. Each time she shifted her weight, the fabric of her petticoat whispered against her wetness, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes searched the room, finding solace in the innocence of her students, yet her thoughts were anything but pure. She imagined the strong hands of her lover, the way they would trace the curves of her body and bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Her breath grew shallow as she pictured his mouth, eager and hungry, tasting her sweetness. The anticipation of their stolen moments together filled her with a yearning so intense, she could hardly focus on the chalkboard. The classroom, once a bastion of learning, had become a stage for her secret desires, and she found herself counting the seconds until she could be alone to indulge in the erotic tale unfolding in her mind.
