My favorite italian teacher
Nicole was a charming and charismatic Italian teacher. Every afternoon, her bedroom would transform into a special classroom. The walls were adorned with posters of great Italian writers and works of art, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
After a warm greeting, we would sit on the soft carpet, surrounded by colorful pillows. Nicoletta would begin to explain the history of literature, her melodious voice dancing through the words. Her eyes would sparkle when she spoke about Dante and Petrarca, and her enthusiasm was contagious.
The lessons were never boring; each topic was enriched with anecdotes and personal stories, which made the notions more vivid and memorable. Sometimes, to make things more playful, she would propose word games or poetry readings, inviting me to recite out loud, while the sun filtered through the curtains, creating a play of light and shadow.
At the end of each meeting, we sat together to reflect on the topics covered, and Nicoletta encouraged me to express my opinions, making each lesson an open dialogue. With her, learning Italian was not just studying a language, but immersing yourself in a world rich in culture and beauty. Then how sensual she was. In the middle of the lesson we always took a break and she would completely undress playing with her vibrators. She was a truly special teacher. At the end she would spread her big hairy ass wide open to let me see her gigantic turds fall to the floor. So beautiful, so brown. My favorite teacher.
