Fate/Board/Theatre/Romero/Wife
From Create Your Own Story
"How are you and your wife, then?" you ask in the same genuine tone as you used for inquiring about his son. Secretly, of course, you're hoping for some seeds of doubt to use to your advantage.
"Oh, everything's fine," he smiles, lacking enthusiasm.
"Just fine?" you question with a look of surprise. "Impossible, with a kid so smart it must be doing better than that."
"You are so sweet to say that, but marriage isn't perfect. That's not really appropriate to discuss with a student, though." Running his fingers through his thick hair, he looks around the room a little, clearly uncomfortable. At one point his eyes rest on your nearly exposed cunt again, and you feel a surge of victory. God, this man is hot. Heat clenches in your lower stomach when you think about him, over twice as old as you, fucking your taut, nubile teen body. You bet he hasn't been in a pussy as tight as yours in ages.
"Don't be silly, Mr. Romero. Therapy is so expensive these days, and I love talking to you. Why don't you tell me what's wrong? I'm nearly graduated, anyway." You cross your legs, giving a peek of your panty-free pussy for a moment.
Standing up, Mr. Romero considers this. You look up expectantly at him from the desk. "You make some good points," he concedes, walking towards the middle of the office and facing away from you. "But I have to say, Maria..." You swing your legs over to the other side so you can see him. "I feel you have some ulterior motives."
So you:
