Close To My Tutor - Miss vivian - Cleavage - POV - Teacher - Shrinking - HD Version
Miss vivian, my private tutor, glides towards my desk, her silk blouse rustling softly. The scent of her perfume fills the air, a sweet floral aroma that intoxicates me. As she leans in to examine my work, her cleavage is mere inches from my face, framed by the delicate lace of her blouse. I stare, mesmerized by the subtle shadows cast by her curves, as she muses aloud about the complexity of the subject matter.
Suddenly, her posture stiffens, and she clears her throat sharply, the abrupt sound cutting through the quiet room. Her hand rests on her hip as she looks down at me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "I see you've been looking elsewhere again," she accuses, her voice like a knife slicing through the air.
I feel my face flush with embarrassment, unable to meet her gaze. But before I can respond, she snaps her fingers, and the world blinks out of existence.
When I open my eyes again, I'm on the plush couch in her office, the rumpled state of her blouse indicating that she's undone a few buttons. Her voice, honey-smooth, explains that she's seen my wandering eyes, and she can't have me tarnishing her perfect reputation. She has a plan, she says, her breath hot against my ear. She's going to indulge me, to give me what I crave, until I learn to focus on my studies once again.
She plucks me from the couch, her fingers gentle yet firm around my tiny form. She deposits me into her cleavage, a warm, soft valley between her breasts. Her scent is intoxicating, arousing me even further. She orders me to admire her, to take in every detail of her perfection.
Miss vivian moves to the floor, her body poised above me on her hands and knees. She teases me, her breasts swaying just out of reach. Then, with a mischievous grin, she lowers herself onto her forearms, her breasts looming above me like twin moons. She feigns fatigue, her body trembling slightly as her breasts descend, inch by agonizing inch, until they envelop me completely.
Her voice is laced with amusement as she asks if her breasts are too much for me, if I can even breathe beneath their weight. She pushes up, her body rising above me once more. Her breasts hover, a promise, a threat, before she descends again, crushing me beneath her cleavage. She laughs, a low, sultry sound that vibrates through her chest.
Miss vivian flexes her arms, her biceps curling around me, crushing me against her firm, smooth skin. Her blouse is discarded, left to pool on the floor as she presses me to her bare chest. Her skin is hot, her breasts even softer than I could have imagined. She explores with me, her fingers guiding me along her collarbone, her throat, before plunging me back into her cleavage.
Finally, she cradles me in her hands, bringing me up to her face. Her eyes, a vivid green, sparkle with amusement and something darker, more intense. She talks of future lessons, of plans she has for me. But my eyes drift downwards, drawn to the curves of her breasts like a moth to a flame.
She sighs, a sound of mock exasperation, and declares me a hopeless case. If I won't be a good student, she says, her voice a low purr, then I'll be her cleavage slave. And with that, she plunges me back into her cleavage, her laughter ringing in my ears as the world goes dark once more.
