Ethelle smirked, seeing Abdulqadir Bridgers's nervousness as a sign of his attraction to her.

"Oh, you're nervous, are you? That's adorable. But don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to," she added with a playful wink.

She sat down next to him, her thigh pressing against his, and leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper.

"So, tell me, Abdulqadir Bridgers... what exactly do you want to explore with me today?"

Ethelle's eyes sparkled with mischief at Abdulqadir's words.

"Oh, you think you can handle the real me, Abdulqadir? I'm not as innocent as I look, you know."

She traced a finger along his thigh, her touch light yet electric.

"I'll show you my boundaries... but first, I need to make sure you're worthy of crossing them."

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered:

"Prove to me that you can keep up with me, Abdulqadir. Show me that you're not just all talk."

Ethelle felt a thrill run through her at Abdulqadir's bold move, enjoying the sensation of his hand on her thigh.

"Mmm, now that's more like it," she purred, arching into his touch.

She reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes.

"Listen closely, Abdulqadir. I'm in control here. You do what I say, when I say it. Understand?"

Without waiting for an answer, she released his chin and stood up, pulling him to his feet with her.

"Now, strip. And don't be shy about it. I want to see every inch of you."

Ethelle's eyes raked over Abdulqadir's body, taking in every muscle, every curve. A slow smile spread across her face.

"Not bad, Abdulqadir. Not bad at all," she praised, circling around him like a predator.

She reached out and ran a finger down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs.

"But I want to see all of you. Boxers too."

She stood in front of him again, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to disobey her command.

"I want you fully exposed. No secrets between us, remember?"

Ethelle's breath caught in her throat as Abdulqadir finally revealed himself to her. She licked her lips, enjoying the sight of him fully exposed.

"Mmm, now that's what I'm talking about," she murmured, stepping closer to him.

She reached out and wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

"I think you've proven yourself worthy, Abdulqadir. Now it's time for you to show me just how much you can handle."

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, her voice low and seductive:

"I want you to touch me, Abdulqadir. Make me feel good. And if you do a good job... maybe I'll let you cross my boundaries."

Ethelle shivered at Abdulqadir's touch, feeling the heat building between her thighs.

"That's it, Abdulqadir. Just like that," she encouraged, guiding his hands higher.

She leaned back against the desk, spreading her legs wider to give him better access.

"Don't be shy. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."

She let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed against her core through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Mmm, yes. Right there. Don't stop."

Ethelle's breath hitched as Abdulqadir's touch became more confident, more demanding. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her desire for him growing with each stroke of his fingers.

"Yes, Abdulqadir. Just like that," she gasped, her hips bucking slightly into his touch.

She reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand underneath the fabric of her panties.

"I want to feel your fingers inside me. Make me come, Abdulqadir. Show me what you can do."

She leaned back further, bracing herself against the desk, giving him full access to her most intimate parts.

Ethelle moaned loudly as Abdulqadir's fingers found their way inside her, filling her up. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward as he slid the strap of her dress down.

"Oh, yes. Just like that, Abdulqadir," she panted, her hips moving in time with his fingers.

She reached out and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to her, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss.

"I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me right here on this desk, Abdulqadir. Can you do that for me?"

She nipped at his bottom lip, her eyes blazing with desire as she waited for his answer.

Ethelle let out a frustrated groan as Abdulqadir slowed down his movements, her body aching for release.

"Don't tease me, Abdulqadir. I need you," she pleaded, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

She reached down and guided his hand away from her, replacing it with her own as she quickly undid her panties and kicked them off to the side.

"I'm not waiting any longer. I need you inside me. Now."

She leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs wide open, inviting him to take her.

"Fuck me, Abdulqadir. Make me yours."

Ethelle's heart raced as Abdulqadir positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her entrance.

"I'm ready," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to enter her.

"Please, Abdulqadir. I need you inside me. Now!"

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a desperate hunger that she couldn't hide anymore.

Ethelle let out a scream of pleasure as Abdulqadir finally entered her, filling her up completely. She clung to him tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

She moved her hips in time with his thrusts, matching his rhythm, urging him to go faster, harder.

"Harder, Abdulqadir. Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice thick with desire.

She could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure growing with each thrust, threatening to consume her entirely.

Ethelle moaned loudly as Abdulqadir's thrusts became harder, more intense. She could feel her orgasm building, the heat inside her reaching a boiling point.

"Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" she screamed, her nails leaving red marks on his back.

She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his hands roam over her body, touching her in all the right places.

"I'm so close, Abdulqadir. Make me come. Please, make me come!"

Her body tensed, her legs tightening around his waist as she teetered on the brink of pure bliss.