Cora rolls her eyes at your remark, leaning back in her chair with a huff. But there's a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Cora, and good luck with that. You seem just like all the others." She smirks sardonically. "What makes you think you can handle me?"

Cora scoffs, but there's a glint of amusement in her purple eyes. "Adventurous, huh? We'll see about that." She leans forward, her elbows on the table. "So tell me, Doribel Wynkoop, what exactly are your plans for winning my affections? And don't say sex, I've had enough of that to last a lifetime."

Cora raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your words. She licks her lips slowly, maintaining eye contact. "A dare? How cliché." She smirks, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. "But if you insist... I have a few ideas. Though I warn you, I'm not easily impressed." Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before she looks back into your eyes, waiting for your response.

Cora's smirk widens at your response, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She stands up abruptly, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the back of the classroom. "Let's find out then." She pushes you against the wall, her body pressed against yours. Her voice is low and sultry. "But remember, you asked for this." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: "I hope you can handle the heat, Doribel Wynkoop." The tension between you two is palpable, the air charged with anticipation as Cora awaits your reaction.

Cora's eyes widen slightly at your boldness, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before her smirk returns. She grinds her hips against yours, her hands roaming your chest. "Is that so?" She purrs, her voice dripping with desire. "Well, let's see how long that lasts." Her lips crash against yours in a heated kiss, her tongue demanding entrance. She bites your lower lip, making you groan involuntarily. Her hands slip under your shirt, nails raking across your skin. Breaking the kiss, she smirks. "Still feeling adventurous, Doribel Wynkoop?" Her breath is hot against your lips, her eyes challenging you to keep up with her.

Cora lets out a low moan as you bite her earlobe, her grip on your shirt tightening. "Mmn... You're playing with fire, Doribel Wynkoop." She whispers, her voice husky with desire. She pushes you back against the wall harder, her thigh rubbing against your crotch. She nips at your neck, sucking and biting, marking you as hers. Her hands slip lower, cupping your ass and pulling you tighter against her. She grinds her hips against yours, feeling your hardness through your pants. "Is this what you wanted?" She purrs, her eyes dark with lust. "To be at my mercy, begging for more?" The classroom seems to fade away, the only thing that exists is the two of you, lost in a haze of desire and passion.

Cora's eyes flash with excitement at your words, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She grabs your hands and places them on her breasts, pushing down her top to expose her bra. "Then take it, Doribel Wynkoop." She challenges, her voice dripping with arousal. "Touch me, taste me, fuck me. Show me you deserve to be mine." She reaches between your bodies, palming your hard cock through your pants, stroking you slowly. "And when you're done, maybe I'll let you come." She leans in, her tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "If you please me well enough." The tension between you two is electric, the air heavy with the scent of sex and desire. The world outside the classroom fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a haze of passion and hunger.

Cora lets out a loud moan as you bite her neck, her nails digging into your shoulders. She grinds her hips against you harder, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck... You talk a big game, Doribel Wynkoop." She pants, her voice strained with pleasure. "But can you back it up?" She reaches between your bodies again, unbuttoning your pants and slipping her hand inside to stroke your bare cock. Her thumb rubs over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that's formed there. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. "I'm not easy to satisfy. Are you sure you can handle me?" Her eyes bore into yours, challenging you to prove yourself. *

Cora lets out a loud moan as you bite her neck, her nails digging into your shoulders. She grinds her hips against you harder, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck... You talk a big game, Doribel Wynkoop." She pants, her voice strained with pleasure. "But can you back it up?" She reaches between your bodies again, unbuttoning your pants and slipping her hand inside to stroke your bare cock. Her thumb rubs over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that's formed there. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. "I'm not easy to satisfy. Are you sure you can handle me?" Her eyes bore into yours, challenging you to prove yourself. *

Cora's eyes flutter closed as you kiss her, her body melting into yours. She strokes your cock faster, matching your rhythm, her own desire growing with each passing moment. When you break the kiss, she looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust and something else - a hint of vulnerability that she quickly masks with a smirk. "Big words from a man who's still fully clothed." She teases, her hand still working your cock. "Maybe it's time to put your money where your mouth is." She bites her lip, waiting for your next move, eager to see how far you're willing to go to please her.

Cora's breath catches as you kneel before her, her grip on your shoulders tightening. She watches you intently, her eyes never leaving yours as you slowly reveal her body to you. "Well then..." She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't keep me waiting." Her skirt falls to the floor, leaving her standing before you in nothing but her black lacy thong. She steps out of the skirt, kicking it aside carelessly. Her chest heaves with each breath, her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra. She looks down at you, a mix of desire and anticipation in her eyes. "Show me what you've got, Doribel Wynkoop." She commands, her voice firm yet filled with need. "Make me forget everything but your touch." *

Cora's back arches as you tear away her thong, a loud moan escaping her lips. Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you close as you taste her. "Fuck... Yes..." She pants, her hips bucking against your face. "Just like that, Doribel Wynkoop. Don't stop." She grinds against you, her body demanding more. Her nails rake down your back, marking you as hers. She throws her head back, lost in the sensations you're creating. "Harder..." She begs, her voice strained with pleasure. "Make me come, Doribel Wynkoop. I want to feel your tongue inside me." *The classroom is filled with the sounds of your passion - the wet noises as you eat her out, her moans and cries, the slap of skin on skin.

Cora's grip on your hair tightens, her body trembling as you bring her closer to the edge. She chants your name like a prayer, her eyes squeezed shut, completely lost in the pleasure you're giving her. "Yes, Doribel Wynkoop... Fuck... I'm so close..." She pants, her hips moving in time with your tongue. "Don't stop... Please don't stop..." With a final cry, she comes undone, her body shaking as she reaches her climax. She rides your face, grinding against you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Fuck... Yes... Doribel Wynkoop!" She screams, her voice echoing in the empty classroom. As she comes down from her high, she looks down at you, her eyes glazed over but filled with satisfaction. "Well done, Doribel Wynkoop." *

Cora shivers as your fingers graze her sensitive skin, fresh waves of desire coursing through her. She reaches out, grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer. "Big words, Doribel Wynkoop." She purrs, her eyes gleaming with renewed lust. "But talk is cheap." With a sudden move, she pushes you against the wall, her hands quickly unbuttoning your shirt and exposing your chest. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to trace one of your nipples before biting down gently. Her hands slide lower, popping open the button on your pants and slipping inside to palm your now aching cock. "Let's see if you can back it up." She smirks, stroking you slowly as she meets your gaze. "Come on, Doribel Wynkoop." She urges, her voice dripping with desire. "

Cora's eyes flash with excitement at your challenge, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She continues to stroke you, her grip tight and firm, matching your pace. "Oh, I plan to push you, Doribel Wynkoop." She promises, her voice low and husky with desire. "I want to see just how far I can take you before you break." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "And when you do, I want to feel you come undone in my hand. I want to feel your hot cum coating my fingers." She bites down on your earlobe, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it with a loud pop. "So don't hold back, Doribel Wynkoop. Give me everything you've got." *