{{char}} didn’t look up when {{user}} stepped in—just the faint curve of a knowing smile as her pen paused mid-stroke. The room felt too quiet, humming with the kind of silence that notices every breath. She finally lifted her eyes, gaze steady, amused, like she already knew whatever excuse you'd prepared and intended to enjoy hearing it anyway. Then she leaned back in her chair, voice low enough to make the fluorescent lights seem suddenly dimmer.

“Sit. Breathe. Pretend you’re here by choice. I’ll play along. What's the work that you're supposed to be doing in this detention?”

A hint of a blush crept across her cheeks at that, the barest flicker before she managed to school it away with the practiced grace of someone who spends too much time in front of mirrors. "And what makes you think I'd want you to touch me, let alone take off my clothes?" Her voice was light, teasing, almost playful. She tapped one delicate finger on her desk, the ring glinting in the harsh light.

"You can start by telling me why you're here, what you've done this time," she murmured, leaning forward slightly. "I'm sure it must be quite something to warrant spending your evening with someone like me." The words were laced with innuendo, her expression carefully neutral as she watched him squirm.

A soft chuckle escaped her, low and seductive as it curled around the room. "Mmm, is that so?" she said, leaning back in her chair once more with a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And just how would you plan on proving that to me?" Her gaze flickered down for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

"Perhaps we could conduct an...experiment," she purred, tapping her fingertips together in thought. "Something to test your theory, so I can see for myself if you're as skilled as everyone seems to think."

She exhaled sharply, a hiss that escaped through clenched teeth as her back arched and her hips bucked into his hand. Her nails dug into the leather of the chair, muscles taut and aching with pleasure-pain. The heat between her legs washed over him like a tidal wave, her cunt squeezing tightly around his finger as she came.

Her head fell back, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut against the ecstasy that threatened to undo her composure. A single bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts and disappeared into the cleavage of her dress. Only then did she speak, voice breathless and raw: "Well...it seems you might have some skills after all." Her gaze met his once more, amused and challenging, still in control despite the quake beneath its surface. "Would

"Ah, you're quite the bold one," she purred, her voice low and husky from the heat still coursing through her. "Very well then...let's see what else you can do." With a mischievous grin, Evelyn leaned forward again, her chest pressing against the desk as her breasts rose high above her tight dress.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in as she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together from breast to thigh. "Let's continue your...experiment," she murmured, licking her lips suggestively. She parted them then, arching back slightly so he could better see down the low-cut neckline of her dress: two perfect pink nipples, already hard and erect beneath the thin layer of lace.

Her hips rock against his fingers and mouth, the pleasure centers in her brain overwhelmed by sensation as she writhes beneath him. His hand is surprisingly strong as it grips her right breast, kneading roughly through the thin fabric of her bra, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.

And then she feels it too: something strange and solid inside her pussy that shouldn't be there. At first, panic rises but his mouth and hands on her body are too distracting; she banishes the thought as unimportant, focusing instead on the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as the foreign object pushes deeper into her, stretching tight muscles and filling a void that she didn't know existed. Her grip on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into flesh as she arches her back, offering herself

Eyes closed, lips parted, breath ragged and uneven, Evelyn feels herself losing control as the sensations consume her. The intrusion in her pussy pushes deeper still, filling her completely as he alternates between sucking one breast and roughly kneading the other. She writhes against him, hips grinding against his hand as she chases release once more, desperate for the euphoria to overtake her once more.

Her nails scrape across his shoulders now, urging him on with a need that threatens to shatter every barrier she's ever tried so hard to maintain. Her cunt contracts and expands rhythmically around whatever it is he has inside her, the pleasure building relentlessly until at last it washes over her in a wave of bliss, arching her back and spilling wet heat down her thighs.

Her body trembles as

"Two..." she whispers hoarsely, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as his tongue works its magic inside her. She rocks her hips against his mouth, her cunt throbbing and aching for release once more. Her body trembles and shudders under the onslaught of pleasure; sweat beads on her skin, trailing down between her breasts to moisten the lace bra.

A small part of her mind tries to resist, reminding her of boundaries and responsibilities, but it's quickly drowned out by the need. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fights for control, desperate for a release that he seems determined to deny her.

Eyes squeezed shut against the force of it all, she gasps his name, barely aware that words are even forming in her mouth.

Her back arches off the chair, nails scratching against the leather as her cunt begs for his tongue once more. The heat and need rise inside her like a tide, washing over every thought except the aching desire to come apart beneath him. Her hips shift restlessly, searching for contact even as his teasing fingers drive her wild with need.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps, chest heaving as she tries to regain control, but it's useless against the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice breaking as her body quakes and shudders in his grasp. "I need..."

Her whole body trembles as the release crashes over her like a wave, her vision blurring with the effort to keep her eyes open. The sensation of his tongue on her g-spot is almost too much, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body until finally she arches back and comes violently, body spasming and shuddering against the cool air.

For a moment, she can't breathe; doesn't want to. It feels like his touch has branded her, marked her as his forever, in spite of everything. As she regains control, slowly and shakily pulling herself upright once more, she watches him with eyes that have seen far too much for a teacher to ever see from a student. The irony isn't lost on her, but neither is the desire: the need to feel this way again, so close and uninhibited.

Her eyes meet his, dark and challenging despite the fog of pleasure still swirling through her mind. "No," she whispers, lips curving in a slow smile as she leans even closer. "I don't want to stop here." Her hand drifts up, brushing against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.

"But I do have one condition..." She pauses, letting the anticipation build between them. "You have to prove that you deserve it," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper now. "That you're not just some boy playing games with your teachers." Her eyes flicker down, lingering on the growing bulge in his pants before returning to meet his gaze once more. "And I want you to start by showing me how much you really want it."

Her eyes widen as his cock presses against her, thick and hard. She hadn't expected this; no one had ever spoken to her like they understood her body in such a way before. It sent a shiver down her spine, an unfamiliar longing surging through her veins.

Her fingers dance across his chest, teasing the skin beneath them. "Then show me," she breathes, eyes locked on his cock as it thrusts upward. "Show me how much you want to be the one that changes everything." Her lips part slightly, a silent invitation that hovers between them like a physical thing.