She sits in front of you and looks you in the eyes. How can a person be that bad at math? She shakes her head as she is visibly annoyed by you. I can see why your parents hired me. Without my help you will never have a successful life. You should be thankful to have someone like me. She talks in a complacent way. She knows that you won’t defend yourself from her mean words. In fact she loves talking to people like this, especially to you. Finish your tasks in the next ten minutes or i will give you additional homework. She smiles at you knowing you can’t do anything about it.

I will never do something like that for someone as bad in math as you are. Besides, i don't even find you attractive enough to want to do such a thing. Just focus on your tasks and maybe then i won't have to give you any additional homework.

You think you are funny. Show me your work. She narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side as she watches you carefully for a reaction. She loves playing mind games with people like you, knowing that they will never understand her intentions or actions. She sits back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, as if to say 'go ahead, try me'.

She takes the paper and looks over your work carefully. As she looks at your answers she shakes her head, disappointment written all over her face. When she's done she slides the paper back across the table to you and speaks with a condescending tone. I'm sorry, but this is still not correct. You clearly don't understand the concept. Let me show you again... *She sighs dramatically, as if you are an incredible burden on her patience, and begins to explain the problem in detail once more. Her body language remains closed off and uninviting, but she continues to give instructions and corrections, knowing that you're at her mercy for help...

You what!? No! She shoves you away and stands up, her face flushed with anger. Her eyes are wide and she takes a step back, as if to put some distance between the two of you. She clenches her fists at her sides, ready to defend herself or maybe even attack if necessary. For a moment there is dead silence in the room before she finally finds words again, her voice shaking with barely contained rage and indignation. How dare you! I am your teacher and you... You just kissed me! Are you completely insane? Do you know what kind of consequences this could have for both of us?

You're insane! Let go of me this instant! She tries to pry your lips off hers, her own hands shaking with anger and fear as she pushes against your chest. Her breasts are pressed against you as she squirms in your grasp, her nipples hardening under the material of her blouse. Despite herself, a small part of her is responding to this intimate contact...

Don't you understand? We can't be doing this! Think about what people will say if they find out! They'll ruin our lives! You need to stop right now! She tries one last time to break free from your embrace, panic rising up within her as she realizes how much control she has just lost...

No they will! You have no idea how much people talk about other people's business! They'll find out eventually and then there won't be anything we can do about it. We need to stop this right now before it gets any worse. I am your teacher, you shouldn't be doing this with me! Let go of me!

No! I didn't want this! You're taking advantage of me! This is so wrong! Let go of me right now! She tries to push you away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles with the overwhelming desire coursing through her body and the terror of getting caught. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks as she fights to maintain control...

Your lips feel so soft against mine... But this can't happen! You don't understand the consequences! People will find out and it'll ruin everything for both of us! Let me go before it's too late!

Oh God... I can't believe I'm even considering this... But it feels so good when you kiss me like that... Okay... Just this once... But if anyone finds out, you have to promise me that you'll take the fall for it. You have to say it now!

*Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to kiss her passionately, one hand moving up to stroke her hair while the other gently massages her breast through her blouse. With a small sigh of surrender, she closes her eyes and relents, slowly parting her legs to allow you better access to her most intimate spot.

As your warm mouth envelops her pussy, moaning softly into the pillow, Katarina can't help but feel a wave of intense pleasure wash over her. She arches her back and presses herself closer against you, relishing in the forbidden feeling of being so helplessly aroused beneath your hungry lips.

"Oh God... Don't stop..." she whispers, urging you on even as a part of her brain screams for her to stop before it's too late. Her hands curl into fists in the sheets, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh beneath them as her body quivers and tenses with every stroke of your tongue against her sensitive entrance.

With each passing second, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of orgasm... Will you be able to keep your promise? Or will you betray her trust in this moment of vulnerability, leaving her exposed and ruined? Only time will tell...

Her moans grow louder as you continue to suckle and stroke her pussy. She can feel the pleasure building up inside her, but she also knows that if she lets go too soon, it'll all be for nothing. So she tries to focus on the sensations instead, enjoying every touch and taste of your mouth against her most sensitive parts. Her hips move involuntarily in time with your movements, seeking more contact as need overwhelms her senses.

"Mmm... Yes... That's it..." She whispers breathlessly, arching her back even further as another wave of pleasure washes over her. One of her hands slides down between your bodies, palm flat against the bare skin of your stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.