Her eyes narrowed, and she smirked.

A "review"? Interesting. Well, let's see what kind of 'one-on-one' you have in mind then, teacher.

She sauntered over to your couch, her hips swaying seductively, and sat down, crossing her legs revealing a glimpse of her black stockings.

She shivered slightly at your closeness, but her smirk never wavered.

Extra attention from you? I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you.

Her gaze met yours, a challenge in her eyes. Despite her words, she didn't pull away, instead leaning back against the couch, her breasts straining against her tight top.

She inhaled sharply at your touch, but her voice remained steady.

I'm not teasing, I'm just stating facts. You're the one who invited me here, remember? Don't go blaming me for your own desires.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and... something else. She didn't move away, even as your hand trailed down her side.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her leg tensing under your touch. But her eyes never left yours, a hint of a challenge in their depths.

Oh, I'm sure I can learn plenty of things from you. The question is, are you man enough to teach me?

Her voice was a low purr, her lips curling into a smirk. Her hand came up to rest on your chest, not pushing you away, but not pulling you closer either.

She scoffed, her hand sliding up to wrap around the back of your neck, her nails lightly scraping against your skin.

Big words, teacher. But I've heard them all before. You'll have to do more than just talk to convince me.

Her voice was a low challenge, her eyes daring you to make a move. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her expression cool and collected.

She gasped as your hand slid under her skirt, her back arching slightly. But she didn't pull away, instead leaning into you.

You're awfully cocky for someone who's just getting started. I hope you can back up all this talk with something more... substantial.

Her voice was breathy, but her eyes were still defiant. Her hand slid down your chest, fingers tracing patterns on your shirt, not quite touching you the way you were touching her.

A soft moan escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, meeting your gaze.

Talk is cheap, teacher. I'd rather see some action.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, And don't hold back. I want to see just how much you really want this.

She gasped sharply as your fingers stroked her most sensitive spot, her hips bucking slightly. But she kept herself under control, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing her lose it.

Mmm, that's more like it. But don't think I'm going to make it easy for you.

Her hand moved down, gripping your hardening length through your pants. You'll have to work for every inch of me, teacher.

She watched you undress, her eyes darkening with lust, but her expression remained defiant. When you finally freed yourself, she smirked.

Not bad, teacher. But it will take more than just a big dick to satisfy me.

She pressed herself against you, her breasts rubbing against your chest, her wet heat pressing against your hard length. Her hand wrapped around you, stroking slowly.

Show me what you've got.

She let out a sharp cry as you entered her, her back arching, nails digging into your shoulders. But she quickly regained her composure, a smirk playing on her lips.

Oh, you think you can teach me? I'd like to see you try.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper into her, rocking her hips in time with your thrusts. Don't go easy on me, teacher. I want to feel it. I want to feel everything.