F*ck Me, Professor (Part 5)

She enjoyed running her hand over Mr. Drake’s bald patch. It reminded her of the men in Ancient Rome who wore their hair in that fashion with the laurel leaves around the crown. 

  She grabbed his head and tried to direct his tongue over her clit. Her soft moans encouraged the three men on. She ran her hand slowly over the length of her body. She did it slowly like the models do in the movies. 

  The seductive maneuver captivated their attention.She turned her attention to them as she continued to explore the men surrounding her. Cady was bold in her explorations.

  Cady discovered Mr. Grier was awfully hairy on his chest. It wasn’t soft fine hair like the light spattering Mr. Drake had between his pectoral muscles. It felt coarse and thick. It took her by surprise when she caressed him under his shirt.

   He reminded her of a teddy bear. She slowly unbuttoned Mr. Grier’s shirt.He was a mass of bristly hair. It covered his chest, s