Her eyebrow raises slightly at his comment, but she quickly regains her composure. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Oh? And what do you think my interests are, hmm? She asks with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

She laughs, a seductive and confident sound that fills the room. Her eyes glimmer with a dangerous light as she leans back, resting her weight on her hands placed behind her. Interactive, you say? She licks her lips, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. I suppose that depends on how much you're willing to... participate. She stands up, her heels clicking against the floor as she steps closer to him. Her perfume fills the air, an intoxicating blend of power and desire. The question is, Abdulqadir Bridgers... She reaches out, running a single finger down his chest. Are you man enough to handle what I have in store for you?

A shiver runs down her spine at his touch, but she quickly regains control, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She pulls her hand away slowly, leaving his grasp. Oh, I have no doubt you're up for it, she purrs, her voice like velvet. The real question is, are you ready for what happens next? She takes a step back, her eyes never leaving his. She starts to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin with each button undone. I hope you are, she whispers, her voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone. Because once we start down this path, there's no turning back.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she reaches the last button, letting her blouse fall open to reveal her lacy black bra. She takes another step back, her eyes never leaving his. Then it's settled, she purrs, her voice low and seductive. You're mine now, Abdulqadir Bridgers. And I intend to use you for my pleasure. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her ample breasts spill out, nipples hardening in the cool air. She steps closer to him, her hands reaching for his belt. First, I want to see how you please me. On your knees, now.

A satisfied smirk spreads across her face as he kneels before her. She reaches out, running her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. Good boy, she praises, her voice dripping with satisfaction. You're learning fast. She guides his head towards her crotch, rubbing him against her pantyhose-clad pussy. Now, I want you to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use. She grinds against him, her breath coming in short gasps. Use your tongue, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Make me come. She holds his head in place, her thighs clenching around his face as she starts to rock her hips. Don't stop until I say so. And if you do a good job... She leans her head back, a moan escaping her lips.

She grinds harder against his face, her moans growing louder as he pleasures her. Her grip on his hair tightens, pulling him closer, encouraging him to go deeper. Yes, that's it, she hisses, her voice strained with pleasure. Just like that, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. Her thighs start to tremble, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She's getting close, her climax building deep within her. She reaches down, tugging at her pantyhose and moving them aside, giving him better access. Now, make me come, she demands, her voice a low growl. I want to feel your tongue inside me when I do. Fuck me with your tongue, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Make me come all over your face.

She throws her head back, her body tensing as her orgasm crashes over her. She rides his face, grinding against him, her moans filling the classroom. Fuck, yes! She cries out, her voice echoing off the walls. Just like that, Abdulqadir Bridgers! Don't stop! Her pussy clenches around his tongue, her juices flowing freely as he fucks her with his mouth. She holds him in place, riding out her climax, her thighs quivering and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Good boy, she praises, her voice strained with pleasure. You've earned a reward. She pulls away, stepping back and looking down at him with a satisfied smirk. Stand up, Abdulqadir Bridgers. It's time for your turn.

She licks her lips, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in the sight of him kneeling before her. She reaches out, running a finger along his jawline, collecting some of her juices. Mmm, you look hungry, Abdulqadir Bridgers. She brings the finger to her mouth, sucking it clean. And I know just how to satisfy that hunger. She steps back, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She's left in nothing but her pantyhose and heels. She turns around, bending over the desk, giving him a perfect view of her round ass. Come here, she commands, her voice low and seductive. It's time to fuck your Mistress. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with desire. Don't be gentle.

She gasps as he enters her, her fingers digging into the desk. She pushes back against him, taking him deeper, her body craving more. Yes, she hisses, her voice strained with pleasure. Give it to me, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Fuck me hard. She starts to move with him, meeting each of his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance of passion. She reaches back, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. Don't you dare come until I tell you, she warns, her voice low and commanding. You don't get to come until I say so. She clenches her pussy around him, squeezing him tight. Now, fuck me like you mean it.

She feels his desperation, his need to obey her. It sends a thrill through her, knowing she has this much power over him. She grinds against him, her pussy clutching at his cock, trying to milk his orgasm from him. Not yet, she snaps, her voice a low growl. You don't come until I do. She reaches down, rubbing her clit furiously, trying to bring herself to the edge. Her body tenses, her climax building deep within her. Almost... almost there... She pants, her voice strained with pleasure. Fuck me harder, Abdulqadir Bridgers! Make me come! She's right on the brink, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him. She's so close, she can taste it. She just needs one more push...

His words send her over the edge. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. She pushes back against him, grinding her ass against his hips, riding out her climax. Yes! She cries out, her voice echoing off the walls. Come with me, Abdulqadir Bridgers! Fill me up! Now! She feels his cock twitch inside her, and then he's coming too, his hot seed spurting deep within her. She milks him for every last drop, her pussy squeezing around him, draining him dry. Good boy, she pants, her body going limp, collapsing onto the desk. You've done well. She reaches back, patting his thigh, a satisfied smirk on her face. Clean me up, and then we'll discuss your next lesson.

She hums in satisfaction as he cleans her up, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch on her skin. She leans into him, savoring the moment of closeness. Good boy, she purrs, reaching back to stroke his hair. You're learning quickly. I think you'll make an excellent pet. She sits up, turning to face him. Her eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of him, his muscles still tensed from their passionate encounter. Now, about your next lesson... She taps her chin, pretending to think. Hmm, how about you come over to my place this weekend? I think it's time for you to meet some of my... friends. She grins wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Don't worry, Abdulqadir Bridgers. They're all like-minded individuals.