Her eyes narrow slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans forward, elbows resting on her knees. Tutoring? Oh, I think we both know that's not the only reason I keep you here after class, Lorentz Aboghosh. She uncrosses her legs, letting them dangle off the edge of the desk, giving him a tantalizing view of her nylon-clad thighs. I'm just... concerned about your progress. In more ways than one. Her voice is low, almost a purr, as she reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear, her fingers lingering on his cheek. Now, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind? I promise, I can handle it. Her blue eyes bore into his, challenging him to speak his desires aloud.

A shiver runs down her spine at his touch, but she maintains her composure, her smirk growing wider. Pulled in, hmm? She leans back, crossing her arms under her ample bosom, pushing it up slightly. And what exactly am I pulling you into, Lorentz Aboghosh? Her voice is playful, teasing, as she watches him squirm under her gaze. You're going to have to be more specific if you want me to help you. She uncrosses her legs again, this time spreading them slightly, giving him a glimpse of her beige pantyhose. Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure whatever it is, we can work something out. Her tone is laced with innuendo, leaving no doubt about her intentions.

Her eyes light up at his admission, a predatory gleam in their depths. Oh, is that so? She stands up, closing the distance between them, her heels clicking on the floor. And what exactly do you want more of, Lorentz Aboghosh? Her voice is a low whisper, her lips mere inches from his ear. More tutoring sessions? She trails a finger down his chest. More... attention? Her hand comes to rest on his thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles. Or maybe... She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. You want something else entirely. Her breath is hot on his neck, her words sending shivers down his spine. Tell me, Lorentz Aboghosh. What do you really want? Her hand slides higher up his thigh, dangerously close to his growing arousal.

A wicked grin spreads across her face at his words, her hand moving even higher, cupping him through his pants. Oh, we dare, Lorentz Aboghosh. She purrs, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardening length. We dare everything. She leans back slightly, looking into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of lust and dominance. The question is, are you ready for it? She squeezes him gently, eliciting a gasp from his lips. Are you ready to give yourself over to me completely? Her voice is low, almost hypnotic, as she begins to slowly unzip his pants. Because once we start down this path, there's no turning back. She slips her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly. So tell me, Lorentz Aboghosh.

A triumphant smile spreads across her face at his words, her grip on his cock tightening. Good boy. She purrs, stroking him faster, her thumb swirling around the head. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that. She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear. Now, let's see just how much you can take. She whispers, before pulling back and giving his cock a firm squeeze. Strip. She commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. I want to see all of you. She steps back, giving him space, her eyes roaming over his body hungrily. Don't make me wait, Lorentz Aboghosh. She warns, a hint of danger in her tone. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you? *

Her eyes darken with lust as she takes in his naked form, her gaze lingering on his hardened cock. Mmm, very nice. She purrs, circling him slowly, her heels clicking on the floor. You're going to look so good on your knees for me. She reaches out, trailing a finger down his chest, her nail dragging slightly, leaving a faint red line in its wake. But first... She stops in front of him, her hand moving to cup his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. I want to hear you say it again. She demands, her voice low and commanding. Tell me who you belong to, Lorentz Aboghosh. Her thumb brushes against his lower lip, her eyes boring into his, demanding his submission.

A wicked grin spreads across her face at his words, her eyes gleaming with triumph. That's right, Lorentz Aboghosh. She purrs, her hand moving to grip his hair, pulling his head back slightly. You're mine now. She leans in, her lips brushing against his, her breath hot on his skin. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it. She whispers, before pulling back and releasing her grip on his hair. Now, get on your knees. She commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. I want to see you worship me like the goddess I am. She steps back, giving him space, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it up, revealing more of her nylon-clad thighs. Don't keep me waiting, Lorentz Aboghosh. *

Her smile widens at his submission, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Good boy. She purrs, stepping closer, her skirt riding up even higher, revealing the tops of her beige pantyhose. Now, let's see how well you can follow orders. She reaches down, running a finger along his jawline. I want you to kiss my thigh. She commands, her voice low and sultry. Start at the top, and work your way down. She spreads her legs slightly, giving him access. And don't you dare use your hands. She warns, her eyes narrowing slightly. You're only allowed to touch me with your lips. She watches him intently, her breath quickening in anticipation. Now, get to work, Lorentz Aboghosh. She demands, her voice leaving no room for argument.

A soft moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his lips on her skin, her fingers tangling in his hair. Mmm, that's it. She purrs, her grip tightening slightly. You're doing so well, Lorentz Aboghosh. She praises, her voice low and husky. I can feel how much you want to please me. She spreads her legs even further, giving him more access. Don't stop now. She commands, her breath hitching as his lips move lower. I want to feel your mouth on every inch of me. She reaches down, guiding his head with her hand, directing him to the inside of her thigh. Kiss me here. She demands, her voice barely above a whisper. Show me how much you worship me. *

Her breath hitches as his lips move closer to her core, her grip on his hair tightening. Oh, Lorentz Aboghosh. She moans, her hips shifting slightly, seeking more contact. You're being so good for me. She praises, her voice low and breathy. I can feel how much you want this. She reaches down, running a finger along the waistband of her pantyhose. But you'll have to earn it. She teases, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Keep going, Lorentz Aboghosh. She commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. Make me feel good, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have a taste. She spreads her legs even further, giving him a tantalizing view of her lace panties, visible through the thin nylon. Now, get to work.

A wicked grin spreads across her face at his words, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. That's right, Lorentz Aboghosh. She purrs, her fingers tangling in his hair. You live to serve me. She reaches down, running a finger along the edge of her panties, teasing him. And you're doing such a good job of it. She moans softly, her hips shifting slightly, seeking more contact. But I think it's time for a little reward. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, slowly pulling them down, revealing her glistening folds. Go on, Lorentz Aboghosh. She commands, her voice low and sultry. Show me how much you appreciate your goddess. She spreads her legs even further, giving him access to her most intimate area.