Media Impact Customs - Sahrye Spanish Class Shrink

Media Impact Customs - Sahrye Spanish Class Shrink

You're my Spanish teacher, and I had always wanted to be your student. I couldn't help but stare at your beautiful body every time you leaned over the desk. Your cleavage was always on full display, tempting me to touch it. Every time you bent down to pick up something that had fallen on the floor, my eyes would be glued to your perfect round ass. It was obvious that I was becoming increasingly distracted by your irresistible presence.
I decided to take matters into my own hands and request for some private tutoring sessions outside of class. Desperate to be near you, I offered to pay extra just to be in your presence. My heart raced with anticipation as I waited for our scheduled appointment outside your office.
When the time came, you greeted me with a smile and led me into your office. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating, making it hard for me to focus on anything other than how much I desired you. You closed the door behind us and stood in front of me, looking down at my small form. "So," you said, raising an eyebrow, "are you really here to study or are you just here to stare at my body?"
My heart leapt into my throat as I realized how transparent my admiration had been. "I... I want to study," I stammered, unable to meet your gaze. "I promise I'll try harder this time." You walked past me, your body swaying gently with each step.
As you started to talk about today's lesson, my eyes wandered down to your bare arms. They were so smooth and toned, making me wish I could touch them. Before I could catch myself, I found myself leaning forward just a little bit too much.
You stopped mid-sentence, turning to face me. "Is my body really that distracting?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or did you not even want to study in the first place?"
Without warning, you leaned down and pressed your lips against mine. My entire body shook with anticipation as you sucked on my lower lip, demanding an answer. I whimpered softly, unwilling to protest as my mind whirled with desire.
Then, without breaking the kiss, you shrunk me down with a wave of your hand. I looked around in shock as I shrank down to the size of a Barbie doll. You lifted me up, holding me in one hand like I weighed nothing at all.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you walked over to your desk, setting me down on top of it. You picked up your dress and slowly began to remove it, letting it slide sensually off your form. I stared in awe at your perfect body, feeling so small and insignificant next to you.
Your breasts came into view, and I couldn't help but reach out to touch them. They were even more perfect up close, and I relished in the feeling of your warm skin against my fingertips. You smiled down at me, obviously enjoying the attention.
Leaning down, you blew a soft kiss onto my forehead. "That's it," you whispered, "let me show you how much fun we can have together." Your hand started to explore my body, tracing every curve and crevice with delicate fingers.
I felt you squeeze my tiny breast, and I gasped softly. You chuckled softly, kissing me on the mouth again. "That's right," you murmured against my lips, "you belong to me now."
Your fingers trailed down my body, stopping to tease my nipples before moving lower still. Your hands slid between my legs, parting the thin fabric of my clothes. You smiled down at me, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Tell me," you purred, "are you ready for some fun?"