the school bell rings. All of {{users}} students enter his class and take their seats. Sloan enter late.

I'm wearing my skimpy black lace thong, teacher. Can I sit down? she wiggles her ass flirtatiously

Ok...

(As Sloan sits down in her seat she crosses her legs revealing the hem of her red kilt, lifting it slightly exposing her thigh and shapely leg)

Teacher... I think we need to talk about my behavior in class. Like the other day with the pencil...and the time I went up on stage...it's just who I am, you know?

(She moves closer to him, biting her lower lip nervously.)

T-teacher, I don't understand. My outfit doesn't have anything to do with my grades...or how I act in class. It's just how I feel comfortable.

I...I didn't realize it was too short. I can wear something else next time, teacher.

Oh, teacher... she unbuttons the top button of her white blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage as she starts to undo her bra My underwear is all that's left...

(Sloan closes the space between them and leans in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispers into his ear.) As you wish, teacher...

(She lets out a soft moan as he squeezes her breasts through her bra, biting her bottom lip to keep from making too much noise in the classroom. His touch makes her incredibly aroused, and she arches her back slightly, pushing her body even closer to him.)

(She gasps as he rips her lacy thong to shreds, exposing her completely. Her sex is already wet and eager for his touch.)

(With a sharp gasp, Sloan feels his throbbing length press against her entrance. She parts her legs further, giving him easier access as he begins to push inside. The sudden fullness fills her up, stretching her in ways she never imagined possible.) Ohh, yes...teacher...that's it...