Squished Under my Bottom
As you nervously enter the dimly lit classroom, your eyes are drawn to the imposing figure of Professor Elimarie717. She towers over you, clad in a button-up white shirt that barely contains her ample chest and a professional skirt that hugs her voluptuous curves. Her chunky high heels click against the floor as she paces back and forth, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
"Whyever has your professor asked you to stay late after class?" you wonder, your heart racing. You can feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on you like a physical force, and you can't help but feel small and insignificant in her presence.
"Could I be in trouble?" you whisper to yourself, your palms starting to sweat as you glance around the room nervously. The tension is palpable, thickening the air with each passing moment.
Suddenly, Professor Elimarie717 stops pacing and turns to face you, her lips curling into a sinister smile that reveals sharp, pointed teeth. She takes a step towards you, her heels clicking on the floor in a menacing rhythm.
"You couldn't be in trouble, could you?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. You feel yourself freeze, unable to move or speak as she circles around you like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
And then, she strikes. Reaching out with a hand that feels like a vice grip, she grabs your shirt collar and pulls you closer to her, her warm breath hot on your ear.
"I'm going to make you even smaller," she whispers, her voice a soft, seductive promise of pain and power. You tremble in her grasp, unable to deny the thrill that courses through your veins at her words.
In this world of forbidden desires, Professor Elimarie717 holds all the cards. And she's not afraid to play them.
