Chapter 66: titjob?

Silvia’s fingers moved to her collar, trembling slightly, and she began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts, her bra’s lace edge teasing into view.

Lor’s breath caught, his cock throbbing painfully, his eyes locked on the slow reveal—her full breasts straining against the bra, her skin flushed, the sunlight catching the curve of her cleavage.

Silvia’s fingers paused at the third button, her breasts half-exposed, her eyes meeting his, a mix of resolve and vulnerability.

Doing this with a student—even an adult—was both forbidden and strange, and yet... some part of her felt thrilled.

She told herself she was ready, her body trembling with the thrill of the forbidden.

Right in front of him.

Silvia’s fingers trembled as she slipped the last button free, her blouse parting slowly to reveal a lacy pale pink bra beneath, modest yet feminine, chosen with care.

Her cheeks burned bright red, lips parted as she exhaled in soft, nervous puffs, sunlight streaming through the window, warming her flushed skin.

She slid the blouse off her shoulders, folding it neatly beside her on the wooden floor, her auburn hair swaying, a few strands clinging to her neck.

Her fingers fumbled at the bra clasp.

"Agh—sorry, sorry," she muttered, struggling a moment.

The clasp gave way with a soft

snap

, straps sliding down, her full breasts spilling forward, unbound, soft and heavy, nipples faintly stiff in the cool air.

She covered herself instinctively.

But after a second, she let her arms fall, baring her hot, naked breasts to Lor, her voice a whisper.

"Okay... so... how should I... do this?"

Lor swallowed, his hazel eyes flicking to her chest, then away, his cock aching.

"Um... you can kneel, if that’s comfortable. Facing me. But only if you’re okay with that, Miss Silvia," he said, voice soft, respectful, despite the heat flooding his core.

She nodded, face pink, glasses fogging slightly.

"Okay... I think that’s easiest." She moved onto her knees across from him, breasts wobbling as she adjusted, sunlight catching the curve of her thighs, her skirt riding higher, white lace peeking.

She reached for his waistband, pausing. "Is it... alright if I...?"

"You can," Lor said quietly, his voice steady, respectful.

Her fingers were gentle, careful, undoing his waistband, pulling down his boxers.

His hard cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, making her face flush deeper.

"Oh my..." she breathed, eyes wide, transfixed a beat too long before blinking, shaking herself free, hands fluttering uncertainly in the space between them.

Slow, tentative, Silvia leaned in, pressing her breasts together around his cock.

The flesh was soft, lush, but dry—his shaft dragged awkwardly between them, sticking, catching, friction turning promise into failure.

"Oh—ah... this isn’t right," she murmured, brows knitting, watching her breasts slip apart again.

Her cheeks flushed, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, voice barely a whisper. "It’s... not working."

Lor’s voice came even, low, edged with restraint. "It needs lube. Otherwise it’ll chafe."

But his cock didn’t seem to care—thick and flushed, it twitched with hunger, veins taut with pulse.

Precum clung to his tip like dew, but not enough.

He was fixated—her tits, plush and trembling, so fucking close.

His breath hitched.

Fuck it.

He wanted the full slide, the mess, the squelch.

Silvia blinked again, mouth slightly open.

"O-oh. Right. What... what should I use?" Her fingers curled in midair like she was afraid to touch him again, afraid to get it wrong.

Lor leaned to his side drawer, pulling out a small vial of slick oil—bought as "moisturizer" at the market, but used for his own late-night sessions.

"This," he said, handing it to her, his voice steady despite his pounding heart.

"O-okay," Silvia said, blushing deeply, popping the lid. She dipped her fingers in, hesitating.

"Um... should I rub it on you, or...?"

"Both," Lor said, heartbeat spiking, his tone still gentle. "On your breasts and... me."

She nodded, smearing the cool oil across her palms, then reached forward, her hands sliding along his shaft.

The slickness made Lor shiver, his cock twitching under her gentle, careful strokes, her touch sending jolts through him.

She coated him slowly, her fingers trembling, eyes fixed on her task, glasses fogging.

Then she cupped her breasts, smearing oil across them, wincing at the cold, her nipples hardening further, glistening in the sunlight.

"All right," she whispered, voice shaky but resolute. "I’ll try now."

She leaned in, pressing her warm, soft breasts around his cock, the oil making it slide perfectly, smooth and wet, a glorious heat enveloping him.

Lor exhaled, eyes fluttering half-closed, his voice tight but respectful.

"That’s... better, Miss Silvia."

Silvia started to move, up and down, her breasts wobbling with the rhythm, occasionally slipping off-center, forcing her to reposition awkwardly.

"S-sorry," she muttered, cheeks burning, glasses sliding down her nose. "It’s harder than I thought."

"You’re doing fine," Lor said, voice tight, fighting to stay composed, his cock pulsing in her slick, soft embrace. "Keep going."

She tried to settle into a rhythm, her oiled breasts squishing gently around him, the wet slide loud and lewd in the quiet room.

Her breathing turned uneven, lips parted, cheeks flushed, her jasmine scent mingling with the oil’s faint musk.

She wasn’t aroused exactly, but a heated thrill burned in her—indecent, forbidden, yet strangely empowering, being so exposed, so helpful, so seen.

Her breasts bounced with each stroke.

Lor’s hips twitched, his cock throbbing harder, the sensation overwhelming.

"You’re... good now," he murmured, voice strained but respectful. "Don’t squeeze too hard. Just like that."

"A-ah... okay," Silvia breathed, trying to keep her pace, her glasses now halfway down her nose, auburn hair sticking to her cheeks, her breasts sliding in wet, noisy strokes, oil splattering faintly.

"I—I’m getting close," Lor warned, his voice cracking, his respect holding despite the heat flooding him.

Silvia panicked, her breasts slipping slightly. "Wait, do I—do I stop? Or—"

"No," Lor groaned, hips twitching. "Keep going."