Big Tit Tutors 3: Scene 1

Diabolic

Mckenzie Lee, Tyler Nixon Pic(s)

The late afternoon sun slanted through the library’s tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm, still air like tiny golden sparks. He found his focus not on the dense textbook before him, but utterly captivated by the gentle, rhythmic sway of her body as she leaned over to point out a complex equation. The soft, worn cotton of her blouse strained ever so slightly, hinting at the generous curves beneath, each movement a silent, hypnotic promise. A faint, intoxicating scent of vanilla and clean skin drifted from her, wrapping around his senses as she explained the theorem, her voice a low, melodic murmur that vibrated through the solid oak table. When her arm accidentally brushed agat his, a jolt of pure electricity shot up his limb, a sudden heat pooling low in his belly and making his breath catch in his throat. Her knowing, patient smile suggested this was far from an accident, a shared secret passing between them in the quiet, hallowed space. He watched, mesmerized, as the delicate silver chain around her neck dipped into the shadowed valley between her breasts, a gleaming path his eyes desperately wanted to follow. The world outside the paned glass, with its distant sounds of traffic and life, faded into an indistinct hum, the only reality being this charged, intimate bubble. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her proximity, the lesson forgotten, replaced by a primal, aching need to close the final, tantalizing inches between them.