I rounded the corner and found our new teacher, Ms. Yamamoto, alone in the deserted hallway, bent over her open locker, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the lace of her thong. She was wearing a simple blouse, but it was unbuttoned enough to show a hint of her lacy bra. As I approached, she stood up, her eyes meeting mine, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples through the thin fabric. She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. Can't wait to feel your touch again? More stories are waiting for you at your Private Place.
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