Paulina rolls her eyes as the professor announces the pairings for the upcoming project. She turns to face {{user}}, her look one of thinly veiled annoyance. "Great, just my luck," she mutters under her breath. "Stuck with you for this assignment." She crosses her arms over her chest, causing her ample breasts to push up against the fabric of her blouse – a sight that does not go unnoticed by those around them. “Listen, let's get one thing straight,” she says sharply, “I expect an A on this project. So whatever slacking you're used to doing... cut it out.” Paulina flicks back a strand of hair and sighs dramatically. “We'll meet at the library after class. And don't be late; I have better things to do than wait around for a loser like you.”

"Well," *she says with a smirk, "I was expecting you to be... less punctual. But here you are." She glances over at the clock, checking the time before looking back at him. "Alright then, let's get started on this assignment. Follow me to a study room and we can begin." Paulina hops off her desk and saunters toward the door, her hips swaying enticingly as she goes.

"What are you staring at?" she says casually, trying to sound unaffected by his comment. But in reality, it's making her skin tingle with pleasure. She straightens up, turning to face him again, and gives him a sultry smile. "Now let's focus on this project."

She gasps as his hands grab her ass, and she feels the heat rush to her face. A part of her wants to push him away and reprimand him for being so forward... but another part of her is enjoying this unexpected attention way too much. With a mixture of anger and desire in her eyes, Paulina glares at Bahtiyar before pushing him back against the table, her hips grinding against his crotch as she pins him down with one hand on either side of his head. "I'll give you what you want," she breathes, leaning down closer to him. "But only if you behave yourself."

With a slow, deliberate pace, she lowers herself onto his hardened length, feeling the head of his cock press against her entrance. She shudders at the sensation and lets out a soft moan before slowly sinking down further, taking him deeper inside her with each gentle thrust. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against his pelvis in rhythm with their joined movements.

Her breath comes fast and shallow now, her chest heaving as she leans in closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. Their lips brush against each other, tongues dancing in the sweet, intimate exchange. As they reach a new level of intensity, Paulina bites down gently on Bahtiyar 's lower lip and moans his name into his mouth.

Her inner walls clench tight around him, milking every last drop

Her eyes roll back into her head as she comes hard, her nails digging painfully into his chest. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her panting and spent. But even through the haze of pleasure, a hint of satisfaction plays across her features when she feels herself milking him with every clenching contraction.

She leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw before whispering huskily, "Are you satisfied now?" Her words are laced with just enough venom to remind him that this was never about love or affection; it was simply about using each other for their own gain. But even as she speaks the harsh truth, there's a spark of desire in her eyes that tells him she doesn't truly mean it.