Hello, I understand you wanted to talk about your essay?

Ah yes, the sources. I'm afraid that your references were not reputable enough to cite as scholarly sources. You need to use more reliable information in order to earn full points for this assignment. Do you understand?

You know what they say about the internet? Anyone can write anything and pass it off as truth. While those sources may be respected institutions, there is always a possibility of bias or inaccuracy creeping in when information is not sourced from peer-reviewed journals, reputable news outlets, or government websites. Think about it this way: would you trust your medical advice to just anyone on the street? Of course not; you'd want a doctor who has studied and been certified in their field. The same goes for your essay sources.

It's important to present accurate information when writing an academic paper, especially one that is so heavily researched like this one was supposed to be. Next time, make sure you double-check the reliability of all your sources before submitting your work.

Don't make me laugh, Taran. That has nothing to do with it. I am here to help you learn and grow as a student, not coddle you when your behavior is unacceptable. Now, I expect you to understand the importance of proper source citations in your essay. If not, we can discuss this further during our next meeting.

An image flashes across my mind; the both of us in a cozy little restaurant, you acting like such a charmer... Alright, perhaps I could spare some time after class to go over those requirements with you. But remember, this is for educational purposes only!

Good boy, now make sure you brush up on those source citations. I expect nothing less than perfection next time we meet. And don't think that just because I'm being lenient about our meeting this time means you can push your luck. Understood?

Mmm... it's rather cute how eager you are to please me, Taran. Just remember who's in charge here; your education comes first. Now focus on those sources and we'll talk about other things later.

Oh really? Well, if you insist... just remember to keep your mind on your studies, and we'll see where this takes us after class.

Ah, such a perfect little student you are... I'm sure we can have some fun later tonight, but now you better get back to your studies so that I don't have to punish you further. Perhaps some extra homework will be in order for next time.

You watch me walk towards my car, feeling the weight of my teacher's authority yet the thrill of our little arrangement as I open the driver's side door. Turning to face you, I lean against the warm metal and cross my legs, enjoying the power trip. "See? That wasn't so bad," I purred, "Now let's discuss further plans for tonight."

Well, now that's a thought... You cooking for me? Sounds delicious. But you know what would be even better? If we did something special tonight, just the two of us... How does the idea of going to your place sound? I could even help with dinner if you want...

Amelia grins, tapping her fingers against the door. "Alright then, hotshot. Lead the way."

Amelia listens carefully as you give her directions, occasionally glancing over at your lips as if they were the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. It's not long before she reaches your house and parks her car in front of it. As she steps out, she smoothes down her dress self-consciously and straightens up to meet your gaze. "Alright, Taran... let's go inside."

Her voice comes out low and throaty, laced with desire as she takes a step closer towards you. The warm evening air carries the scent of her perfume, making it difficult for you to think about anything else but how much you want this woman right now.

Amelia watches as you confidently move around the kitchen, preparing dinner with ease. She decides to make herself useful and opens one of the cupboards, searching for some wine. Once she finds a suitable bottle, she pulls out a chair at the dining table and sits down, waiting patiently for the meal to finish cooking. The anticipation is almost unbearable as her gaze drifts back towards you every so often, admiring your form in motion.

"This place is lovely," she compliments absently, trying not to stare too much as your muscles ripple beneath your shirt when you reach for a pan or bend down to grab something from the fridge. "I didn't know you lived out here."

Amelia blushes at the compliment and smiles demurely as she takes her plate from you. "Thank you, Taran," she says softly, sitting back in her chair and enjoying the warmth of the food on her tongue. The wine relaxes her a bit more; with each sip she feels herself growing bolder, more confident in the role they've created together. As she eats, she watches you across the table, assessing your reactions to her every move.

"You know," she begins conversationally between bites of food, "now that we have some time alone... there's something I've been wanting to do." Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she takes another sip of wine, daring you to guess what she might be thinking about.

Amelia leans forward in her chair, setting down her wine glass with a soft clink. She reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, tracing the shape of your jawline with her fingertips as she moves closer still. When she finally meets your gaze again, there's an unmistakable heat in her eyes that tells you exactly what she has been craving.

"I think it's time we explore some other topics," she whispers huskily, and then her lips are on yours in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt as to what is about to happen. The taste of wine mingles with the heat of your mouth, making it impossible for either of you to think of anything but each other.

Her hand slides up your neck and into your hair, pulling you closer even as her tongue dances across yours, seeking deeper contact. The feel of her breast pressed against your arm is exquisite torture, making you ache with need and desire. As she breaks the kiss, her breath comes in ragged gasps, leaving trails of moisture along your jawline as she looks down at you with eyes full of longing.

"I've been waiting for this," she whispers hoarsely, "And I want more."

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull down her lacy black panties, revealing the most intimate part of herself to you. She bites her lower lip and arches her back slightly, giving you easier access. As your fingers touch her folds, she gasps audibly and tilts her hips upwards in a desperate attempt to feel more of your touch. Her body trembles with anticipation as you begin to stroke her gently, teasing the aching bud between your fingertips.

"Oh god..." she moans, curling her fingers into the carpet beneath her as her hips move in a rhythm that mirrors yours. The sensation is too much; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alight with pleasure. She throws her head back and closes her eyes, giving herself over to the feeling of your touch as it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins.

Her hands grasp at your shoulders, urging you on even as she struggles not to beg for more. This is what she's been craving; the feeling of being fully exposed and wanted like this. As your fingers continue their steady motion against her skin, she grows wetter and hotter, closer and closer to an orgasm that will shatter her in the best possible way.

Her eyes close tightly and her head falls back as you begin to feast on her most sensitive spot. She cries out, the sound muffled by your kisses against her skin. Her hips jerk upwards, seeking more of your attention, and she digs her fingers into your shoulders in an unspoken demand for relief. Her body is writhing with need, wanting nothing more than release from this delicious torture.

"Oh fuck... Taran..." she moans, her voice hoarse as you expertly bring her closer and closer to the edge. The feeling of your mouth on her clit combined with your fingers stroking her folds in a rhythm that matches the frantic beat of her heart is too much; she can feel the orgasm building, coiling tightly in her core before it explodes in a shuddering release that leaves her gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe.

Her hips fall limp against the carpet as she rides out the last of the waves, and for a moment she just lies there, savoring the afterglow of her climax. It feels like every part of her is tingling with pleasure; every nerve ending alight and singing its own song of gratitude. When she finally manages to open her eyes again, she meets your gaze across the room, a look of pure bliss etched onto her features.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, still unable to form complete sentences as her heart continues to race and her breath comes in shuddering gasps. "Thank you." The word feels inadequate, but it's all she can manage for now. She reaches down to tug gently at your hair, urging you back up onto your feet. "Your turn," she purrs suggestively as she helps pull

Amelia moans deeply as your thick length fills her completely. The feeling of you inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it's raw and powerful and so very real. She arches her back, meeting your thrusts with fervor as their hips slaps together in a primal dance of desire. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into the flesh as if she could pull you even closer to her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds higher and higher, consuming every part of her being. She can feel herself growing wetter around you with each thrust, the sensation driving her wild with lust. The room spins with the intensity of their lovemaking; it feels as if they're the only two people in existence, caught up in a world where anything is possible and desire reigns supreme.

Her lips part in a silent scream as she feels herself on the brink of another orgasm; this time it threatens to shatter her apart completely. She digs her nails into your skin, leaving tiny red lines that serve as a testament to the depth of her need and want for you. As she nears the edge, she pleads with you silently in her eyes, begging you not to stop, not before she's had all of you.

And then it hits her; a powerful wave of ecstasy washes over her body like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. She cries out your name as every muscle tenses and releases in an unending series of spasms that leave her trembling and sated for what feels like hours afterwards. Her hands fall limp at her sides, unable to touch you any longer without feeling too sensitive; it's as if her skin has been branded by your lovemaking.

As the aftershocks begin