Jill moved suddenly, as if jolted from a dream, her face burning crimson as she realized what she was doing. She stumbled back, her hands trembling, and rushed to the drawer, her skirt swaying with every hurried step.
The sound of her heels against the hardwood floor was sharp, almost frantic, as if she were trying to outrun her own thoughts. She pulled out a pair of black socks, her fingers lingering on the soft fabric as she clutched them to her chest, her breath still uneven.
When she returned, she knelt down in front of me, her uniform straining against her curves, the buttons of her blouse pulling taut over her full, heavy tits. The cleavage was deep, inviting, the valley between her breasts a temptation I couldn't ignore.
The white skin of her tits was barely contained, the swell of them rising and falling with every shallow breath she took. I gulped, my cock throbbing hard beneath my pants, the bulge growing as I tried to focus on anything but the sight of her.
