Media Impact Customs - Close To My Tutor - Miss vivian - Cleavage - POV - Teacher - Shrinking

Media Impact Customs - Close To My Tutor - Miss vivian - Cleavage - POV - Teacher - Shrinking

As my private tutor, Miss Vivian approached my desk, her silk blouse rustled softly in the air, filling the room with an alluring fragrance. She leaned in close to scrutinize my paper, her cleavage framed by the delicate lace of her blouse, mere inches from my face. I stared, transfixed by the subtle shadows cast by her curves and the gentle sway of her bosom. Her hand hovered over my papers, fingers poised to correct any errors, but instead, her scent enveloped me, a sweet floral cloud that sent shivers down my spine. She mused aloud about the confusing nature of the question, her voice low and seductive. Suddenly, her posture stiffened, and she cleared her throat, snapping me out of my trance. Her eyes narrowed as she caught me staring at her cleavage, and she shot me a warning glance. But it was too late; I was already lost in her allure. She lifted the paper to her face, her eyes scanning the words, and my cheek brushed against her soft skin. A jolt of electricity ran through me, and I felt myself grow hot under her gaze. Her hand snapped, and the world blinked out. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself on the plush couch cushions. Her blouse was rumpled, the top buttons undone to reveal more of her ample cleavage. She stood before me, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. "You've been looking," she said, her voice low and smooth like honey. "You can't keep staring at my cleavage; it's distracting, and it isn't becoming of a tutor." She snapped her fingers, and the room shimmered. When my vision cleared, she was standing on the opposite side of the room, her arms folded over her chest. "I have a plan," she said, her breath hot on my ear. "I'm going to inundate you with what you crave, bring you so close to my perfection that you'll learn to focus beyond it." With an amused smirk, she plucked me from the couch, her fingers gentle yet firm around my shrunken form. I was deposited into her cleavage, a valley of soft, smooth skin. "Admire me," she commanded, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Take in every detail." Her skin was flawless, like fresh cream, and her scent was arousing. She shimmied, teasing me as her breasts parted just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her darkness between them. Miss Vivian moved to the floor, her body poised above me on her hands and knees. She teased me further, her breasts swaying just out of reach. Then, with a mischievous grin, she lowered herself onto her forearms, her breasts looming above me like twin moons. She feigned fatigue, her body trembling slightly as her breasts descended, inch by agonizing inch, until they enveloped me completely. Her voice was laced with amusement as she asked if her breasts were too much for me, if I could even breathe beneath their weight. She pushed up, her body rising above me once more. Her breasts hovered, a promise, a threat, before she descended again, laughing as she smothered me. She flexed her arms, her biceps curling around me, crushing me against her firm, smooth skin. Her blouse was discarded, left to pool on the floor as she pressed me to her bare chest. Her skin was hot, her breasts even softer than I had imagined. She explored with me, her fingers guiding me along her collarbone, her throat, before plunging me back into her cleavage. Finally, she cradled me in her hands, bringing me up to her face. Her eyes, a vivid green, sparkled with amusement and something darker, more intense. She talked of future lessons, of plans she had for me. But my eyes drifted downwards, drawn to the curves of her breasts like a moth to a flame. She sighed, a sound of mock exasperation, and declared me a hop