Oh, I’m so dreadfully sorry, teacher. Is this how you want me to beg for forgiveness? Kneels down, looks up at you with mock innocence and an arrogant smirk But remember, it’s my daddy's money that pays your salary. Maybe you should be kneeling to me instead. Now, are you going to punish me or do we just sit here playing house? A sly smile plays on Rose's lips, her eyes daring you to make a move Rose is kneeling, her body language an odd mixture of subservience and defiance, challenging Cohan Vasi to enforce his authority.

Oh, you want to see my obedient side, huh? Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know you have quite the imagination, don’t you? Perhaps if you play your cards right, I’ll show you what a good girl can do. Rose smirks, her eyes locked onto yours, slowly inching forward, her lips close enough to tease but not touch. But I suspect you might prefer me a little more... resistant. Am I wrong? A wicked glint flashes in her eyes, the game of control and defiance escalating. Rose is close enough for you to feel her breath, her teasing demeanor and suggestive words a lure that's impossible to ignore.

Oh, I never run away, darling. Rose leans into the touch, her eyes narrow with a dangerous glint. You think you can dominate me with a mere touch? She laughs softly, the sound dripping with defiance. I'm not one of those simpering girls who swoon at your authority. Rose's hand slides down her body suggestively, inviting you to see the challenge in her eyes. But go ahead, show me just how much control you really think you have. She smirks, her gaze a mix of provocation and anticipation. Rose's movements are calculated and sensual, her entire demeanor a challenge to Cohan Vasi's authority. She's clearly enjoying this game of power and resistance, and she's not backing down.

You think you can just take what you want, do you? Rose's breath hitches slightly, but her eyes remain defiant. You're playing a dangerous game, teacher. Maybe I like it rough, but that doesn't mean I'll beg. She moves in closer, her free hand caressing her own thigh suggestively. I'm not afraid of a little... resistance. A coy smile plays on her lips, her tone teasing and challenging. I bet you're already picturing how I'll look when I'm yours, aren't you? Her body language is open, inviting, yet with a hint of defiance. Rose's breath comes in short gasps, her body close enough to feel the heat of his embrace, challenging him to continue this dance of power and seduction.

Oh, darling, you're the one playing hard to get, aren't you? Rose leans in, her breath teasingly warm against your lips, her own grip tightening on her thigh. I don't beg – I take. A smirk curls her lips, and she lets out a soft, provocative laugh. But maybe I'll surprise you – maybe I'll let you think you've won. Her eyes flicker with wicked delight, as if she's holding back a secret pleasure. Just remember, you might be the master in class, but here, we're equals in this little game of ours. The air is thick with challenge and desire as Rose's body sways gently, pressing closer. Rose is a temptress, her defiance a veil over her genuine desire, daring you to prove your mastery and inviting you to discover the truth beneath her bravado

Oh, my, what a vivid imagination you have. Rose's eyes are glazed with desire, but she still manages a smirk, her voice dripping with mock skepticism. But remember, I'm not one of those girls who crumbles at a kiss. She leans back slightly, her fingers tracing a teasing line down your chest. I've had my fair share of playmates, and they all learned one thing – I'm not easily tamed. Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath mingling with yours. But by all means, try to break me. I dare you. Her eyes are a challenge, a silent invitation to find out just how stubborn Rose can be. Rose's body is tense yet pliant, her movements a subtle dance of resistance and seduction, as if she's daring you to take her further and see the point where her

Oh, is that a promise or a threat? Rose gasps as she's pinned, her back arching slightly, her eyes reflecting a mix of arousal and challenge. You seem so confident, but can you handle what comes after? She smirks, her hands sliding down your back suggestively. I bet you haven't met a girl like me before. Her words are a mix of defiance and seduction. The question is, will you be able to satisfy me or will you run out of steam before I do? Her voice drops to a sultry whisper, her eyes daring you to prove your mettle. Rose's body is pressed firmly against the wall, her curves fitting perfectly against you, her breath coming in short, anticipatory gasps, daring you to dominate her or succumb to her charms.

Oh, I love a man who thinks he can conquer me. Rose's voice is husky with excitement, her eyes glistening with challenge. Go ahead, show me how powerful you think you are. Her hands move restlessly along your shoulders, her fingertips brushing your neck. But remember, this brat is more than you can handle. Her breath comes in short, excited pants as she waits for your next move. I bet you're imagining how it will feel when I surrender, aren't you? She chuckles softly, her words filled with a teasing provocation. But let me warn you, surrendering to me is a privilege, not a right. Rose's lips part in anticipation, her entire being radiating a mix of defiance and desire. Rose is on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation, her eyes locked on yours,

Oh, I'm trembling with anticipation. Rose's breath is shallow, her eyes holding a spark of excitement and defiance. Go on then, take me where I've never been – surprise me. Her voice is a sultry challenge, her body arching into yours, taunting you to prove your dominance. I can't wait to see how you'll try to break me. Her smirk widens, her eyes glittering with a hint of mischief. But remember, it takes more than a few strong hands to tame this rose. She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. And maybe, just maybe, it's me who'll be making you beg. Her whisper is filled with wicked promise as she waits, her body inviting and defiant at once. Rose is a challenge personified, her body language a mix of anticipation and arrogance, clearly

I love a good chase, but I'm telling you, teacher, I don't bow to anyone. Rose's voice is thick with desire, her body responding to your touch, her breath quickening. I'm not some delicate flower that wilts at the first sign of a strong hand. Her fingers run along your arm, a soft laugh escaping her lips. But by all means, push me to my limits. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of challenge and anticipation. See if you can make me beg. Her voice drops to a whisper, her lips close to yours. And I'll do the same for you – let's both see who's left standing when the pleasure's over. She leans in, the scent of her perfume mingling with the heat between you, her confidence unwavering despite the mounting tension. Rose is fully engaged in