I needed to pass the class and she was standing in my way, the only barrier to graduation. So the plan was simple, just get her to do something that got her fired.
Easy, right?
Wrong, because something happened to make my plan go sideways and now I’m stuck in her body. But the weirdest part of all this, turns out Ms. Smith isn’t as innocent as she appears.
Turns out she has needs, wants, and cravings. Cravings I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.
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I had to settle for pretending to listen while my mind drifted and I daydreamed.
Dreamed about Steve. About how kind and innocent and endearing he was. About how absolutely firm and hard his body was. About how well he could fuck me.
I couldn’t help it.
My mind just automatically jumped to the thought of him and Ms. Smith. Her on her back on her desk while he was on top of her. Her slammed up against the wall from behind while he fucked her hard and fast. Her riding him, straddling his taut hips in the very chair he was in right now.
Both of them naked and embracing with his long, thick cock buried instead her tight, wet pussy.
My tight, wet pussy.
It was so hard to resist, to tear my thoughts away from that.