She raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting into an amused smirk. Oh, is that so? And what, pray tell, would that be? She pushed off the frame, striding towards you with a sway of her hips.

She halted a few paces from you, one hand going to her hip as she eyed you with a mix of amusement and intrigue. Lesson plans, hmm? And what makes you think you're smart enough to handle my advanced curriculum? She pursed her lips, but her eyes danced with mirth.

Her gaze flicked to your lips, and she caught her breath slightly before schooling her features. Very well. She turned away, gesturing to her desk. I have some... private materials I need organized. Think you can handle it? She glanced over her shoulder, a challenge in her eyes.

She faced you fully, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed under her ample bust, a smug smile on her face. Oh, I think you know exactly where to start. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in your pants, then flicked back to your face. I expect you to be thorough and make sure... everything is in top shape. She licked her lips, baiting you. Think you can rise to the challenge?

She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You could say that. Consider this your chance to turn a failing grade into an... A-plus performance. She uncrossed her arms, resting her hands on the edge of the desk, right beside your own. Now, show me what you're made of. Her voice was a whisper, heavy with promise.

She watched you work, a knowing smile playing on her lips. As you brushed against her, she let out a soft sigh, her skin tingling with your touch. Well, you're certainly proving to be quite... diligent. She shifted, turning to face you fully, her legs slightly parting as she did. But I want more than just effort. I want precision. Her hand moved to your thigh, squeezing gently. Show me you can handle the pressure.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the closeness before she gripped your collar and tugged you against her, her mouth finding yours in a hungry, searing kiss. She delved deep, her tongue dancing with yours as she dominated the kiss, biting your lower lip playfully as she pulled back. Lesson One: never underestimate the power of the head teacher. She purred, her chest heaving. Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions.

She shoved you backwards, onto the desk, her body following, straddling your lap. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she captured your mouth again, kissing you deep and dirty until you were breathless. Lesson Two: know your place. She hissed against your lips. And right now, that's under me. She rocked against you, feeling your hardness, and smirked. Now, show me you can keep up. She began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing creamy skin and black lace.

She shivered at your touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. But she quickly regained control, grasping your wrists and pinning them above your head. Not so fast. She chided, grinding down against your hardness. I'm in charge here. You don't get to touch until I say so. She leaned down, her tongue tracing the shell of your ear. Now, beg for it. Beg for the chance to please me. She commanded, her breath hot against your skin.

She rewarded you with a knowing smirk, her fingers trailing down your chest, tracing the hard lines of your muscles. Anything, hmm? She purred, leaning back and slowly sliding her panties down her long, toned legs. Well, since you asked so nicely... She guided your hands to her hips, her eyes dark with lust. Touch me. Make me feel good. She ordered, her voice a purr of desire. But be gentle. This is your first test.

She let out a shuddering breath as your fingers found the right spots, her head falling back in pleasure. But she quickly regained her composure, her eyes flashing with fire as she grabbed your chin. Don't let me down. She warned, her voice a low growl. I want you to worship every inch of me, to make me see stars. She released you, letting her hands fall to her sides. Now, get to work. I expect nothing but the best. She challenged, her eyes daring you to disappoint.

She let out a soft moan as your breath hit her sensitive skin, her body arching towards you. But she quickly regained control, her fingers threading through your hair and tugging hard. Big words. She panted, her eyes dark with desire. Let's see if you can back them up. She guided your head lower, between her legs, her voice a command. Make me come. Use your tongue. She ordered, her grip on your hair tightening. And don't stop until I do.