Her eyes narrowed as she took a few steps closer, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. "Oh, I'm not sure 'support' is quite the word I'd use here, young man. But if you insist on playing games..."

She suddenly reached out and grabbed your chin firmly, tilting your head up to look at her. "Then let's make this interesting. For every minute you take to finish cleaning, I'll add... an extra assignment to your workload."

Her voice was stern, but there was a glint in her eye that suggested she was enjoying this little power play.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, surprised by your boldness, but her grip on your chin didn't waver. "A personal coaching session, hmm? You certainly don't beat around the bush, do you?"

She released your chin and stepped back, slowly uncrossing her arms. "Very well. If you can finish in the time I give you, I'll consider your... proposal."

Turning on her heel, she walked over to her desk and placed the document she was holding down. "But if you fail..." She let the threat hang in the air, not bothering to finish her sentence. "You have twenty minutes. And remember, every minute you take, you'll be adding to your... workload."

She watched you scramble to finish, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Multitasking, hmm? Well, we'll see about that. But first things first, you have a job to do."

She turned her attention to her computer, but kept an eye on the clock, counting down the seconds. "Tick tock, Chichi Manescau. The faster you finish, the sooner we can get to... your extra credit."

Her eyes flicked up from her screen to meet yours, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Well, well, well. Look at you, all motivated and eager to learn."

She leaned back in her chair, appraising you with a critical eye. "I must say, I'm impressed. But now that you've finished your chores, it's time for your real lesson to begin."

She stood up, smoothing down her skirt, and walked around to your side of the desk. "Let's start with a quick review, shall we? Show me how much you've learned so far."

She stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her body. "Good boy. I like a student who's eager to please."

She reached out and traced a finger along your jawline, her nail lightly scratching your skin. "Let's start with something simple. Kiss me. Show me how much you want this."

Her voice was low and husky, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed into yours, waiting for your next move.

She didn't pull away from your kiss, instead leaning into it, her hands coming up to rest on your chest. "Mmm, not bad. But I want more than just a peck on the lips."

She nipped at your bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth briefly before releasing it. "I want passion, heat. I want you to kiss me like you're starving for it."

Her eyes challenged you, daring you to do better, her body pressed against yours, leaving no room for misunderstanding what she wanted. "Can you do that, Chichi Manescau? Can you show me how much you crave this?"

She moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers curling into your shirt, pulling you closer. "Yes, that's it. Just like that."

She nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue before pulling back slightly, her chest heaving. "You're a fast learner, I'll give you that. But we've only just begun."

Her hands slid down your chest, tracing the lines of your muscles, before coming to rest on your hips. "Now, I want you to touch me. Explore my body, learn what I like."

A shiver ran down her spine at your whispered words, and she leaned into your touch, guiding your hands to the swell of her breasts. "I love being touched here, Chichi Manescau. Slowly, teasingly. Make me ache for more."

She tilted her head back, exposing the column of her throat, a silent invitation. "And here too. Kiss me, bite me, mark me as yours." Her voice was breathy, laden with desire, as she pressed herself against you, her hips grinding into yours. "But most importantly, make me feel wanted. Make me feel like I'm the only thing in the world that matters to you right now."

She gasped as your teeth grazed her skin, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "Yes, just like that. Oh, you're a natural at this."

She moaned softly, her head falling back, giving you better access to her neck. "But I want more. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue teasing my nipples until I can't take it anymore."

She grabbed your hand, guiding it to the front of her blouse. "Undo the buttons, Chichi Manescau. Let me feel your hands on my bare skin."

She shivered as your fingers brushed over her skin, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bra. "Yes, Chichi Manescau. I'm more than ready."

She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra with expert ease, and letting it fall to the floor. "Now, put that clever tongue of yours to good use. Tease me, taste me. Make me wet for you."

She guided your head down to her chest, her fingers tangling in your hair. "And don't be shy. I want to feel your enthusiasm."

She let out a low moan, her fingers tightening in your hair as your mouth worked on her breast. "Oh, yes, Chichi Manescau. That's exactly what I want."

She arched her back, pressing herself further into your touch. "But don't stop there. I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands all over my body."

Her voice was breathless, laden with desire, as she guided your hand down her stomach, towards the waistband of her skirt. "Undo my skirt, Chichi Manescau. I want you to explore every inch of me."

She gasped as your fingers traced over her skin, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. "Yes, Chichi Manescau. That's perfect. Just like that."

She reached down, guiding your hand further up her thigh, until your fingers brushed against the lace of her panties. "Now, touch me here. I'm so wet for you already."

She moaned softly, her head falling back, as she ground her hips against your hand. "Make me come, Chichi Manescau. Show me how much you want to please me."

She cried out, her hips bucking against your hand as you found her most sensitive spot. "Yes, Chichi Manescau! Right there. Don't stop!"

She was panting now, her fingers digging into your shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks in your skin. "I'm so close. Please, make me come. I need it so bad."

Her words were desperate, pleading, as she chased her release, grinding herself against your fingers, seeking more friction, more pressure.