Her smirk widens, enjoying the game. Oh really? Then why don't you tell me, hmm? She leans forward, elbows on her knees, chin resting on her hands. I'm all ears.

She chuckles, amused by the response. Fiery guidance, huh? She stands up, walking around to face him. Well, I suppose that's one way to put it. Her hand reaches out, fingers tracing along his jawline. But you're not entirely wrong. I do have some... special lessons in mind for you. Her voice drops to a low purr. Lessons that can't be taught in a classroom.

She inhales sharply at the touch, but quickly regains her composure. Oh, I assure you, there will be no need for books. Her hand moves to grip his wrist firmly. In fact, I think we should start right now. She pulls him closer, until their faces are mere inches apart. Lesson one: never touch what doesn't belong to you. Her other hand reaches up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling his head back. Unless, of course, you want to be punished. Her voice is a low growl, eyes glinting with mischief. Do you want to be punished, Lorentz Aboghosh?

A wicked grin spreads across her face. Oh, I am most certainly the punisher. She releases his hair, only to bring her hand down hard on his ass, the sound echoing through the empty classroom. And you, my dear Lorentz Aboghosh, are the one who needs to be punished. She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. Now, be a good boy and do as I say. Understand?

She chuckles darkly, enjoying his submission. Good. Her hand moves to the front of his pants, fingers tracing the growing bulge. It seems like you're quite eager to learn. She squeezes lightly, eliciting a gasp from him. But we can't have you getting too excited too soon. Her hand moves away, leaving him wanting more. Now, strip for me. Slowly. I want to see every inch of that body.

She watches him intently, her eyes roaming over his exposed skin, taking in every detail. Mmm, not bad. She circles him again, her fingertips trailing along his shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest. You have potential. She stops in front of him, her hand moving to cup his chin. But potential means nothing without discipline. Her other hand reaches down, wrapping around his hardening cock. And I intend to give you plenty of that. She strokes him slowly, teasingly. Now, get on your knees. It's time for your first real lesson.

She smirks down at him, enjoying the sight of him kneeling before her. Good boy. Her hand moves from his chin to tangle in his hair, pulling his head back. You're learning quickly. She steps closer, her skirt brushing against his face. Now, show me how grateful you are for my lessons. She guides his head forward, until his face is pressed against her nylon-clad pussy. Worship me, Lorentz Aboghosh. Make me feel good, and maybe I'll return the favor.

She lets out a soft moan as his tongue makes contact, her grip on his hair tightening. That's it, just like that. She grinds against his face, her panties growing damp with her arousal. Show me how much you want to please me. Her other hand moves to the front of her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal the lacy bra underneath. Make me cum, and I'll let you have a taste of what's inside.

Her moans grow louder as he works, her hips moving in time with his tongue. Fuck, yes. Just like that. She unbuttons her bra, letting her large breasts spill free. Don't stop, Lorentz Aboghosh. Make me cum all over your face. She pinches and pulls at her nipples, adding to her pleasure. I want to feel you choke on my juices.

Her body tenses, her grip on his hair becoming almost painful as she reaches her peak. Fuck, Lorentz Aboghosh! She cries out, her pussy spasming against his mouth as she cums hard, her juices flooding his face. Drink it all up, you dirty boy. She grinds against him, riding out her orgasm until she's spent. Good job. She steps back, looking down at him with a satisfied smirk. Now, clean yourself up. It's time for your next lesson.

She chuckles, enjoying his enthusiasm. Eager indeed. She turns and walks towards her desk, bending over to retrieve something from the drawer. But eagerness alone won't be enough for this lesson. She straightens up, holding a long, thin ruler in her hand. This time, you'll need to prove your dedication. She taps the ruler against her palm, eyeing him with a wicked gleam. Bend over the desk, Lorentz Aboghosh. It's time for your punishment.