The salt of her teacher's nape was quite tasty; it must have been a rough day for her to have sweated so. Oh how she wished she could grind herself against the woman, without fear of breaking her that is! The boldness, the risk, the publicness, and the taboo... it was so delicious that Chica was becoming easily the horniest she'd ever been before. And with her teacher too! The gasps, the shivers, how she tripped over her words in a mixture of lust and embarrassment and fear...<br/><br/>She LOVED it!<br/><br/>She felt the woman twist - to try and turn, not escape, thankfully, not that she would have held her if she had wished to flee - and her hands naturally fell to the clothed cheeks now facing away. The slightly-taller woman's breasts rested against hers, and she could feel a 'poking' at her belly from something further south. She would have looked her teacher in her eyes... but her eyes were focused on something further south as well... and it made Chica smirk.<br/><br/>"Of course, Bella," she replied about the 'keeping a secret', before her lips were gently graced by her teacher's... and she eagerly returned it with a lick across those lovely lips. "...mmm... cinnamon... I like cinnamon..."<br/><br/>The shuttering of the windows drew her attention with a snap, worried something had happened to get the caught, but... oh...<br/><br/>...oh wow, was THAT why the spirit did this? Oh that spirit was the BEST fucking wingman she had! If she could hi-five spirits, she would have given him one later!<br/><br/>"...seems that spirit harassing us earlier was trying to help us out," Chica says, as her fingers very, VERY gently caress that firm ass. "...hold onto me, 'sensei'"<br/><br/>Chica lifted her by her ass like she weighed little more than a feather, and just as easily walked her over to the desk at the front of the room, seating her on the edge of the desk before giving her a kiss, this time attempting to sneak her tongue into her teacher's mouth, wanting to taste more of her. When she parted next, her hands moved back under the skirt, hooked the panties... and very, VERY carefully attempted to remove the panties without-<br/><br/>"Ay, chingao!" she says as she tears the side of the panties thus ruining them as Lasham's cock springs free. "Sorry, I'll buy you new ones..."<br/><br/>Oh, probably a good time to bring up the 'rules'...<br/><br/>"Miss Latham, that reminds me," she begins, getting a little serious despite her rock-hard nipples and gushingly wet loins. "So... given my 'powers,' I can't be very... 'active' for this sort of thing; I'm purely a bottom, and I can't do top positions for your safety. I would risk hurting my partners otherwise. You can be as rough with me as you like though; spank me, bite me, stick it anywhere you want...<br/><br/>"Probably shouldn't remove any more of your clothes though," she says with a nervous chuckle, before reaching up to hold her teacher's chin with a finger, as gentle as her overly-strong form could muster. "Sorry if it's a mood-killer, but no point getting hurt having fun, right?"<br/><br/>She moved Miss Latham's hands gently, pulling them with two fingers to her toned, firm belly, soft dark skin overlaying what felt like shifting corded metal, impossibly firm yet somehow fluid, almost animalistic in feel, like a tiger's coiled musculature... Chica knew that people were always fascinated the first time they felt her body; she was proud of it, she loved the attention (clearly), and the body-worship was always appreciated...<br/><br/>"So... how should we start?"