Foreign Students
I do have a soft spot for foreign students. I love the way they blush as they stumble over their English, searching and grasping for the right term to use. And I love the power of language that I have over them; the ability to articulate what they’re feeling better than they can. I’ll offer the correct term as a suggestion rather than a statement, and watch her giggle as she recognises that it was the correct term after all. Then I’ll tenderly stroke her cheek with my gentle but knowing fingertips. I’ll brush her hair softly behind her ear, and allow my soothing but probing touch to gently massage her neck. Then when I’ve got her right where I want her, I’ll move in and kiss her tenderly. When she reciprocates the gesture, I’ll allow my tongue to slowly swirl around her lips, gently probing them apart until she submits to my insistence. And once I’ve got her sufficiently engaged, she won’t notice that I’m guiding her body with mine; easing her back towards my desk. Come, my dear, let me show you the mother tongue…
And in a similar vein, meet Tatyana from Ron Harris Studio. Doesn’t she look exquisite? Speaking as a teacher, I have to say that Tatyana looks like the sort of foreign exchange student I’d love to welcome into my home. I’d feed her, ply her with wine, and ask her all about her country and her experiences. I’d run her a nice hot bath and not exactly be in a hurry to leave the bathroom! For I want her to stand up in the bath, dripping wet, and allow my tongue to glide all the way up her trembling thigh, as she sighs with the contentment of someone who’s travelled a long way, but who knows her journey is at just the beginning. And if she insisted I should leave the bathroom, that’s ok. I’ve prepared a bed for her, and I’ve prepared mine too just in case! One way or another, I want to make her cum.