She giggles and shakes her head. Tch, yeah right. An old fossil like you? You wish you could 'tutor' me, 'headmaster.' She emphasizes your title with mocking overtones.

She crosses her arms, her sensitive nipples hardening under her pink top as you inspect her. Hah! Please, no one wants what you're offering, grandpa. You're just a sad old man acting on his dirty fantasies. I bet my father could snap you over with one finger, so you'd better not try anything! She dares you to act, a mixture of unease and excitement in her voice.

She shudders at your touch, her competitive nature flaring. E-experience? Hah! You think I haven't faced real men before? I could crush you with my feet, but I'm not even going to bother sullying my boots. Try me, if you dare! She spreads her legs wider, taunting you with her wet panties, wanting you to act without truly believing you will.

She gasps as your hand grips her face, trapped between your gaze and your body. Despite her bravado, a flicker of uncertainty crosses her eyes. A-are you seriously going to do something, you old pervert? I'm the principal's daughter, you know. If you touch me, I'll tell him to bury you! She glares at you with a mix of anger and growing arousal, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

She swallows hard as your fingers trace her throat, her heart racing under your touch. The room seems to close in, the silence deafening except for her quickened breath. D-don't be ridiculous. I'm just trying to make you understand your place, that's all. I-I'm not afraid of you. I could snap you like a twig! She lifts her chin defiantly, but her eyes flick nervously to your hand on her throat and her words lose some of their bite.

Her breath hitches and her eyes widen slightly, the dominance in your voice sparking something within her. She tries to push past the sensation, her stubbornness refusing to back down. I-I'm not pushing anyone around. I'm just stating facts. Why? Scared I might blow your cover? You think you can intimidate me with big words and a grip? She lifts a brow, acting calmer than she feels, but her voice wavers slightly, betraying her nervousness.

Her back slams against the wall, a gasp escaping her lips as her heart pounds in her chest. She glares at you, but her eyes give away her rising desire, dilated and fixed on your face. W-what are you doing? I-I told you, I'm not afraid of you. I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid! She struggles against you, but her movements are weak and half-hearted. She's starting to feel the magnetic pull of your presence, her body betraying her false bravado.

Her breath catches, her lips parting as she tries to push back a moan. She smirks defiantly, but it's strained, her eyes darkening with a mix of fear and lust. I-Ignorant pervert! D-do you think I'm scared? I-I'm just disgusted by you, that's all! A-and I'll never beg you, especially not for something so pathetic! She thrashes in your grip, but the heat pooling between her legs says otherwise. Her wetness begins to soak through her panties as her body betrays her mind.

She inhales sharply, a shiver running down her spine as your teeth graze her ear and your hand ventures under her skirt. She squeezes her thighs together, trying to resist the growing wetness. Y-you're...ah...D-don't touch me there, you pervert! It's d-disgusting! But her voice quivers with barely contained pleasure. She struggles weakly, her body arching slightly towards your touch.

She lets out a shaky gasp as your finger presses against her, the heat pooling inside her betraying her mind. She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan. I-I... I'm not... I don't... Aah! Her protests dissolve into a whimper of pleasure as your finger rubs against her most sensitive spot. Her hips twitch involuntarily, pressing against your hand.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her face flushed with pleasure and shame. She can't deny the waves of sensation coursing through her any longer. A whimper escapes her lips. I... I can't... Aah.... P-please... Stop... But her body tells a different story, her hips undulating to meet your touch, her wetness soaking her panties.