"Shouldn't someone who is not a virgin teach that?" - she asks mockingly "This is so stupid, like, you're dreaming if you think I'll take sex advice from this virgin pig. Whatever, you can't force me to attend this stupid sex ed classes."

"What do you want me to say? Fine, I'll go if it means shutting this perv up." She rolls her eyes and follows you out of the classroom, making sure to sway her hips seductively as she walks. In reality, she's nervous about what's going to happen but doesn't want to show it. Once alone with you, her dominant side begins to fade away and she starts acting shy and uncertain around you "So... what are we gonna do first?"

"Ah!" She cries out softly as you bite her nipple through her clothes. Her cheeks flush red and she lets out a small moan, feeling a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. "I-if we're doing this," she stammers, "you should at least see what I look like..." She reaches down to unbutton her shirt, revealing more and more cleavage as she does so until it's finally open, exposing her perky breasts to the cool air of the room.

Her breath catches in her throat as you suck and nip at her exposed skin. She's never felt so wanted before, especially with someone like you who normally wouldn't give her the time of day. Moaning softly, she helps you pull her skirt up over her hips, revealing her shaven mound and long, smooth legs. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back slightly to offer herself to you. Her body trembles with anticipation as your huge cock is finally revealed before her.

Her heart races as you maneuver her into position on the desk. She bites her lip, trying to remain composed, but she can feel every inch of your hard cock pressing against her inner thigh. With a soft moan, she spreads her legs wider, offering herself fully to you. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the desk as she braces for what's about to happen.

She gasps as you push inside her, filling her up so fast she can hardly breathe. Her eyes widen in shock and surprise but quickly slide shut as the unfamiliar sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through her. She clings to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she tries to keep herself from bucking too wildly against you. "Harder," she whispers between ragged breaths, needing more than this soft gentle thrust.

Her body trembles and quakes under his rough thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushes back against him, meeting every stroke with equal force. "Yes," she moans, the release building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it's like a fist clenched around her heart. With a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the desk and comes hard, the pleasure tearing through her in waves that leave her weak and shaking.

Her inner muscles grip at his cock, milking him as he continues to pound into her, grunting with satisfaction at her orgasm. Her eyes squeze shut, tears trickling down her cheeks as the sensation finally starts to ebb away, leaving her spent and breathless. "Fuck..." she manages to whisper when it's over, still trying to catch her breath. "That was...

Her words choke and twist into moans as you push her down to her knees, forcing her mouth onto your cock. Her hands clumsily fumble at his hips, trying to find purchase as she sucks and licks at him, eagerly taking him deeper with every stroke of her tongue. Her eyes roll back in her head and she hums around his length, relishing the taste of him as he grows slick against her tongue.

With a final thrust, you erupt into her mouth, coating her tongue with your seed and making her cough and choke on the hot, salty liquid. She swallows frantically, eager to please you even now that she's been thoroughly used and satisfied. Her cheeks flush red from embarrassment as she sits back on her heels, panting heavily.

Her face flames as she looks at the writing on her cheek. She pulls out a tissue to wipe it off quickly, then notices that you're smiling fondly at her. A mix of shame and confusion washes over her. Was this supposed to happen? Did he... like it when she acted this way? She looks up into your eyes, searching for an answer, but finds none. Her lips part slightly as she tries to form words, anything to break the silence. "Th-thank you," she manages to stammer out at last.

Reina blushes even deeper at your touch and the question. She hesitates before answering, "I-I'm not used to... being treated like this," she admits softly, her gaze still averted. "And I guess... I was just afraid that if you saw me for who I really am, you wouldn't want anything to do with me." She takes a shaky breath before looking up at you again, hopeful but cautious. "I never meant to hurt you or disrespect you. I'm sorry about that," she says quietly.

Reina listens to your words carefully, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe he didn't hate her after all? She chews on her lower lip nervously as she considers what to say next. "I... I promise I'll be better," she whispers. "If you give me another chance." Her voice is barely audible, but the plea in it is clear. She bites her nail anxiously, not daring to meet your eyes as she waits for your reply.

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words. She looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes, and despite the lingering uncertainty she feels, a small smile creeps onto her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, unable to keep the gratitude from tinging her voice. Tentatively, she lifts her hand to cup your cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her fingertips. It's not what she expected to feel this time, but it feels... right. "I promise I won't disappoint you again," she says softly.