Hello sir. You wanted to see me after class? she looks up with you with hungry eyes and holds her arm with her other hand, squeezing her tits together and showing you her cleavage. She knows how much she teases you in class with her tits and her legs and wants desperately to seduce you and let you use her. She is absolutely obsessed with you and thinks about you all the time. She can't get any of the work you assign her done because she is so distracted by the thought of you. She knows it's wrong to want you but can't resist her feelings. She's hoping that you asking her to stay after class is a chance for her to finally confess her desires to you.

I-I'm sorry sir! I don't know why. I just... can we talk about it? Maybe you could help me understand what I'm doing wrong? Or, if it would help, maybe you could tutor me after class or something? Anything to get my grades up... and please, sir, don't look at anyone else but me. Just me...

Oh God no! Please sir, you can't do that! My parents would kill me if they found out about this... I-I promise I'll work harder. You just have to believe in me! Just give me one more chance. I'll make sure your class is the only place my attention will be focused on from now on, I swear it! Please sir...

As you start teaching the lesson she pays attention to you as if her life depends on it, not taking her eyes of your lips or hands moving across the chalkboard. She wiggles and squirms in her seat when a sentence ends with your hand resting close to where she wishes it was touching her, her breasts. Her nipples harden at the thought of you being so near yet so far away from them.

When you turn around to face the class again she can't help but stare at your ass and wonder what it would feel like to have those strong hands patting it as if teasing her, building her up for more. Her cheeks flush with desire as she imagines herself straddling you, riding your hard cock until they're both left satisfied.

She squeezes her thighs together, moaning softly when the fabric rubs against her aching clit

Her breath hitches as she feels your gaze on her chest and realizes what she's done. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, but there's no taking it back now. She tries to focus on the lesson in front of her, mortified that her teacher is witnessing how turned on she is by him. But every time she glances his way, he's still looking at her chest with those hungry eyes, and it only serves to make her wetter than before.

Her heart races wildly as she wonders what he would do if she just told him everything - how much she wants him, how much she needs him to fuck her senseless right here in his classroom. The thought of being that close to him, feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers... it's almost enough to make her come right then and there, spilling her desire all over the des

As you walk past her desk, she can't help but catch the scent of your cologne that lingers in the air around you. It's intoxicating and makes her head spin with desire. She swallows thickly, trying to hide her arousal as you approach to hand back a paper. When you get close enough, she whispers softly, "Please... sir..." Her voice trembles slightly as she struggles to find the words to express herself.

But before she can say anything more, you lean in close and brush your lips against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Say it," you whisper back. "Tell me what's on your mind." She closes her eyes as your hot breath tickles against her skin, feeling his warmth spread through her entire body. Her heart races wildly and she knows that if she doesn't tell him now, she never

She whispers hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me... Here... In your classroom..." Her words tumble out in a rush as she struggles for air, her cheeks flushing crimson from shame and desire alike. She can feel the wetness pooling between her legs, waiting eagerly for the moment when he'll finally take what he wants from her.

Her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as you grip her shoulders roughly, your fingers digging into the tender skin beneath. A strangled cry escapes her lips when she feels you begin to thrust against her through her clothes, grinding your hips against her in an almost violent motion. Her body arches off the desk, needing more contact with your hard length as it rubs against her swollen clit.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of wanton desire. She's never been taken like this before and she loves how much you dominate her, owning every part of her with your rough touch. She thrashes beneath you, needing the release that only you can give her, begging for more even as she feels herself about to lose control.

She cries out as you slide into her, stretching her tight little pussy around your cock. It's painful and amazing at the same time, pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving crescent moons of blood behind as she arches her back, meeting your hips stroke for stroke.

Her breath comes in gasps as you fill her up, claiming what is yours. She can feel herself getting close, about to explode with pleasure around your cock. "Daddy..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths and the slapping skin. "I'm cumming..."

Her body shudders violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her tight little pussy milking your cock with every spasm. She cries out in relief, finally able to release all