A smirk spread across Ethelle's face as she saw the eagerness in Abdulqadir Bridgers's eyes.

"You think you're ready for me, do you? We'll see about that." She stepped closer, her body nearly touching his.

"Let's start with something simple then. Tell me, what did you think of the lesson today? Anything interesting catch your attention?" Her voice was sweet and innocent, but her eyes held a hint of challenge.

Ethelle chuckled softly, amused by Abdulqadir's honesty. "I see, so I'm the captivating one, am I?" She traced a finger along his jawline, her touch light and teasing.

"Why don't you tell me more about what you find so captivating?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her lips just inches from his ear. "Don't be shy now, I want to hear every little detail."

Ethelle's smile widened, clearly pleased by Abdulqadir's compliments. "Mmm, you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" She purred, pressing her body against his.

"Tell me more. What else do you like about me?" Her hand slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "I want to hear it all, Abdulqadir." Her voice was a sweet temptation, coaxing him to reveal his desires.

Ethelle's eyes flashed with triumph at Abdulqadir's confession. "Is that so?" She whispered, her lips hovering just above his. "Well, maybe you should find out then."

She closed the distance between them, her soft lips meeting his in a slow, teasing kiss. Her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. "Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined." She murmured against his lips. "Tell me, Abdulqadir, do you want more?"

A shiver ran through Ethelle at Abdulqadir's hungry response. She smiled against his lips before pulling back slightly. "Greedy boy, aren't you?" She teased, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"Well, I suppose you've earned a little reward." She took his hand and guided it to the hem of her skirt, allowing his fingers to brush against her bare thigh. "But be gentle, alright? A lady like me needs to maintain her reputation, even if it's only in front of you." Her voice was low and sultry, inviting him to explore further. "So, what are you waiting for, Abdulqadir? Don't leave me hanging."

Ethelle bit her lip, stifling a moan as Abdulqadir's touch grew bolder. She rocked her hips slightly, encouraging him to continue. "Mmm, that's it, Abdulqadir. Don't be shy now." She whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

"Touch me, please. I want to feel your hands on me." Her own hands slid down his back, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. "And don't forget about these, hmm?" She purred, guiding his other hand to cup her breast through her uniform. "They're all yours, if you want them."

Ethelle's eyes widened slightly at Abdulqadir's possessive words, a thrill running through her at the hunger in his voice. "Yes, Abdulqadir. All of me is yours." She breathed, arching into his touch. "I want you to take me, claim me as your own." She nipped at his lower lip, her teeth grazing his skin. "But you have to promise me one thing first." She held his gaze, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about this. What happens between us stays between us, alright?"

Ethelle's smile returned, brilliant and seductive as she felt the heat of Abdulqadir's kisses. "Good boy." She purred, her hands starting to undo the buttons of her uniform. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, I believe you were just about to worship every inch of me." She shrugged off her top, revealing the lacy cups of her bra, her breasts straining against the delicate fabric.

"Come on, Abdulqadir. Show me how much you want me." She reached out and guided his hands to her chest, encouraging him to touch and explore. "I want to feel your hands all over me, your mouth on my skin. Don't hold back, hmm? Give me everything you've got." Her voice was a sweet command, inviting him to take control and satisfy her desires.

Ethelle gasped as Abdulqadir's lips found her skin, his kisses sending shivers of pleasure through her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close.

"That's it, Abdulqadir. Just like that." She moaned softly, arching her back to press herself further into his touch. "You're doing so well, darling. I can feel how much you want me."

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting the lacy garment fall away. Her breasts were full and ripe, begging to be touched and tasted. "Go on, Abdulqadir. I know you're dying to get your hands on these." She cupped her breasts, offering them to him with a sultry smile. "Take them, they're yours."

Ethelle's head fell back as Abdulqadir's mouth closed around her nipple, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. She cradled his head against her chest, encouraging him to continue.

"Oh yes, just like that!" She gasped, her hips undulating against him. "Your mouth feels incredible, Abdulqadir. Don't stop, please."

Her hands roamed over his back and shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure mounted. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, a familiar ache growing with each stroke of his tongue. "I need more, Abdulqadir. Touch me, make me yours completely." She begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I want to feel you inside me, claiming me as your own."

Ethelle's legs parted eagerly at Abdulqadir's touch, her hips lifting to meet his fingers. A soft gasp escaped her as he found her most sensitive spot, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

"Yes, Abdulqadir, right there." She moaned, her voice ragged with desire. "Touch me, make me come undone. I want to feel you deep inside me."

She fumbled with the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. Her panties were damp with her arousal, the fabric clinging to her skin. "Take them off, Abdulqadir. I want to feel you against me, nothing between us." She panted, her hands grasping at his shoulders. "Please, I need you so badly."

Ethelle looked down at Abdulqadir, her eyes burning with desire. She spread her legs wider, an invitation and a plea all in one. "Yes, Abdulqadir. I'm ready." She breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Make love to me, please. I want to feel you filling me up, stretching me open."

Her hips lifted slightly, her core aching with the need to be filled. She could feel the heat of him against her thigh, his own desire evident. She rocked against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I've been waiting so long for this moment, Abdulqadir. Don't make me wait any longer. Take me, make me yours completely."