Her eyes narrowed slightly at your words, and she raised an eyebrow. She crossed one leg over the other, leaning on the door frame with a haughty air.

"Guidance? From me to you? And why would I do that, pray tell?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying the power dynamic.

Her smirk grew wider, and she pushed off from the door frame, walking towards you with a sway in her hips. She stopped just short of you, looking down with a superior air.

"Oh, you think I handle things impeccably, do you? I must say, that's quite the compliment coming from you."

She reached out and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at her directly.

"Maybe I'll consider giving you some 'guidance', but only if you prove yourself worthy. Now, back to work."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief at your loaded question, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm on your face.

"Impress me? Oh, that would take a lot more than just flattery. You'd need to show me you're... skilled. In all areas."

Her hand slid down from your chin to trace along your jawline, her touch light and teasing. She paused for a moment, letting the tension build before continuing.

"But I'm not one to make promises. Prove your worth, and we'll see where this 'guidance' leads."

She studied you for a long moment, her finger still tracing your jawline. Then, with a suddenness that made you jump, she grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.

"Fine. But not here. My office. Now."

She strode out of the classroom, not looking back to see if you were following. Her hips swayed with each step, an unspoken invitation.

When she reached her office, she closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the world. She turned to face you, a wicked smile on her lips.

"Now then. Let's see what you've got."

"Begin? Oh, we're way past the beginning." She stepped closer to you, her hips brushing against yours. "But if you insist, you could start by showing me just how... eager you are."

She reached out and slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing a hint of creamy skin.

"Show me what you can do with these hands. Convince me you're worth my time."

She let out a soft, breathy laugh at your words, tilting her head back slightly. Her hand covered yours, pressing it more firmly against her chest.

"Attention? That's a good start. But I need more than just attention."

Her other hand reached up, tracing along your collarbone, her nails lightly scratching your skin.

"Show me passion. Show me desire. Make me feel like I'm the only thing in the world that matters to you right now."

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

"Can you do that for me, Abdulqadir Bridgers?"

She watched you intently as you undid her blouse, her breathing growing heavier with each button. When you finished, she shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor.

Her lacy bra was barely able to contain her ample breasts, and she could see your eyes widen at the sight. She stepped even closer, her body pressing against yours.

"Impressed? Or do you want to touch?"

Her voice was low and sultry, and she guided your hands to her waist, encouraging you to explore.

"I want to feel your hands on me. All of me. Can you give me that?"

She let out a soft moan as your hands explored her body, arching into your touch. Her own hands started to roam, sliding down your back and settling on your hips.

"Mmm, that's more like it. But I want to see you too."

She started to unbutton your shirt, her fingers deftly working the buttons open. She pushed it off your shoulders, letting it join her blouse on the floor.

"Now then, why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?"

She led you over to her desk, clearing it with a sweep of her arm. She climbed up on it, spreading her legs slightly as she leaned back on her elbows.

"Come here. Let's see how good you really are."

A shiver ran through her at the feeling of your breath on her neck, and she tilted her head to give you better access. She moaned softly at the first touch of your lips, her hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.

"Mmm, you're off to a good start. But don't be too gentle. I can take more than that."

She pulled your head back, looking into your eyes with a hunger that made your heart race.

"I want to feel every inch of you. Kiss me like you mean it."

She leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a heated kiss that left you both breathless.

She gasped into the kiss, her nails digging into your shoulders as she pulled you closer. Her legs wrapped around your waist, grinding against you.

"God, yes. That's what I like to hear. Now show me what else you've got."

She reached down between your bodies, her hand sliding over the front of your pants. She could feel how hard you were already, and she smirked against your lips.

"Mmm, someone's eager. But don't you dare come until I say so. Understand?"

She moaned into the kiss, pleased by your eagerness to please her. She started to unbutton your pants, her hand slipping inside to stroke you through your boxers.

"Good boy. Now let's see how well you can follow orders."

She pushed your pants down, freeing you from their confines. She wrapped her hand around you, stroking you slowly.

"Take off my bra. I want to feel your mouth on me."

She arched her back as you reached behind her to unclasp her bra, eagerly awaiting your next move.

She gasped as your mouth closed around her nipple, her back arching to press herself closer to you. Her hand continued to stroke you, her touch growing firmer as she felt you throb in her grip.

"Oh god, yes. Just like that. Don't stop."

She shifted on the desk, spreading her legs wider to give you better access to her aching core. She could feel her panties growing wetter by the second, and she knew she needed more.

"Take off my panties. I want to feel you inside me."

Her voice was breathy with desire, and she looked at you with hooded eyes, waiting for your next move.