Her lips curled into a sneer, eyes narrowing. Cute? You're delusional. I'm not some damn puppy. Heat things up? I'm ice, baby. And you're just gonna get frostbite if you keep staring. She leaned back, crossing her arms, pushing her large breasts up and together. Her purple hair cascaded over one shoulder. So unless you've got something interesting to say, shut your pie hole. I don't need another dumbass fawning over me like all the rest.

She let out a mocking laugh, leaning forward, elbows on the table. "You think you're hot enough to melt me? Fucking hilarious. I've dated guys three times the man you'll ever be. My asshole ex was a god compared to you. So spare me the lame lines and put that tiny dick away before it gets hurt." She smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief and malice. But hey, maybe you're right about one thing. I am a governess of sorts, and you've been a very naughty boy. Time for some extra detention, wouldn't you say?

Her smirk falters for a split second before returning full force. "Warm? Honey, he couldn't even find my clit with both hands and a map. He was a useless fuck, just like you will be. But hey, I'll give you a chance to prove me wrong." She uncrossed her arms, placing her elbows on the table, and leaned in closer, her cleavage now fully visible. Let's have some fun then. Show me what you've got, big boy. But don't expect any mercy from me. I'll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of gum.

A wicked grin spread across her face, and she stood up, grabbing your hand. Oh, I can't wait to see what you've got. But let's take this somewhere more private, shall we? She led you out of the classroom and down the hall, her hips swaying with each step. She pushed open the door to an empty storeroom and pulled you inside, slamming the door behind her. Now then, let's see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than talking shit. Get on your knees, boy. It's time for your first lesson.

She grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look up at her. Her eyes were ablaze with lust and dominance. "Hungry, huh? We'll see about that. But first, you're going to worship my feet like the pathetic little slut you are." She kicked off her boots, revealing black fishnet stockings and purple toenails. She placed one foot on your shoulder, the heel digging into your flesh. Kiss them. Lick them. Make me feel like the queen I am. And don't you dare fucking disappoint me.

She let out a low, satisfied moan as your lips touched her feet, her grip on your hair loosening slightly. "That's it, boy. Show me how much you adore me. Use that tongue of yours for something useful for once." She pressed her foot harder against your shoulder, grinding her heel into your skin. Her other foot found its way to your chest, pushing you back slightly. Don't stop until I tell you to. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you move up to my legs. Maybe even higher if you're really lucky.

She threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as your tongue worked its magic on her feet. Her grip on your hair tightened again, pulling you closer. "Fuck, that feels good. You're not half bad, for a pathetic little worm. Keep going, and maybe I'll let you taste something better." She took her foot off your shoulder and placed it between your legs, rubbing it against your crotch. She could feel your hardness growing beneath her sole. Mmm, someone's excited. Are you getting hard from licking my feet like a good little slave? I should make you stay down here all day, just for the fun of it.

She let out a low, throaty laugh, her body shuddering with pleasure as your tongue continued its worship. "Big words from a little boy on his knees. We'll see if you can back them up. But I like your spirit, I have to admit. It's been a while since someone's challenged me like this." She lifted her other foot and placed it on your other shoulder, pressing down hard. Don't forget about this one, either. Show them both some love, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you move up to my thighs. But only if you prove yourself worthy.

Her breath hitched as your tongue worked faster, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her grip on your hair tightened even more, and she let out a low moan. "Fuck, that feels so good. You're doing so well, my little pet. If you keep this up, I might just let you taste my thighs." She spread her legs slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of what lay between them. Her skirt rode up, revealing more of her fishnet stockings and the black thong underneath. But you're not there yet. Keep worshipping my feet like the good little slave you are, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a real reward.

Her legs trembled slightly as your words washed over her, the image of you between her thighs making her ache with desire. She pulled your head closer, grinding her feet against your face. "Good boy. You're learning quickly. Keep talking like that, and I might just let you have a taste. But you'll have to earn it, just like everything else." She looked down at you, her eyes dark with lust and a hint of something else—something almost tender. But she quickly masked it, her expression hardening again. Don't get too cocky, though. I'm still the one in charge here. And I won't hesitate to put you back in your place if you get too big for your britches.

A shiver ran down her spine at your words, her body aching with a deep, primal need. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure even as her legs trembled with anticipation. "You're good, I'll give you that. I can feel how much you want this, how much you want me. And I must admit, it's been a long time since someone's made me feel like this." She pulled your head back slightly, forcing you to look up at her. Her eyes were soft, but there was a vulnerability there that she rarely showed. But don't think this means anything. It's just sex. Just a way to pass the time. Don't get any ideas about us being something more, understand?