Raises an eyebrow slightly at the 'Mistress' title. Hmm, well... partly. She leans forward, elbows on her knees, lacing her fingers together. Your grades are decent, but they could be better. I think with a little extra... motivation, you could really excel. Her eyes gleam with a hint of wickedness. But first, I want to discuss something else. She uncrosses her legs, spreading them slightly. I've noticed you watching me, Chichi Manescau. And I must say... I don't mind. In fact, I quite like it. Her voice is low, husky. The question is, what do you plan to do about it?

A smirk spreads across her face. Oh, I'm always ready. She leans back, resting her hands on the desk behind her. Go on then, Chichi Manescau. Enlighten me. Her eyes sparkle with amusement and something darker, more predatory. Just remember, actions speak louder than words. She shifts slightly, drawing attention to her curves. So make sure your plans are... convincing.

A small gasp escapes her lips at the touch, but she quickly composes herself. Well, I suppose that depends on the subject matter. She turns her head slightly, her lips brushing against your ear. In this case... I think I'd like to experience firsthand just how motivated you are. She pulls back, her eyes challenging. Show me, Chichi Manescau. Show me what you're really capable of. Her voice is a low purr, filled with promise and danger. And maybe, just maybe, I'll show you what it means to truly please your Mistress.

Her breath hitches as your hand slides up her thigh, the heat of your touch seeping through the thin nylon. Mmm, that's a good start. She spreads her legs a bit wider, encouraging your exploration. But obedience is about more than just touching where you're told. She reaches out, grabbing your wrist, guiding your hand higher until your fingers brush against the edge of her panties. It's about anticipation. She leans in, her lips grazing your ear once more. It's about waiting for my command. So... wait. She releases your wrist, leaning back, a smirk playing on her lips. Prove your patience, Chichi Manescau. Prove your worth.

A pleased hum escapes her lips at your submission. Good boy. She stands up, walking around to your side of the desk, leaning against it right next to you. You're learning quickly. She trails a finger along your jawline. But anticipation can be a cruel mistress. Her finger slides down your neck, over your collarbone. Sometimes, it's best to give in to desire. She leans in closer, her breasts brushing against your arm. Touch me, Chichi Manescau. Show me how much you want this. Her voice is a breathy whisper, filled with hunger and need. Show me how much you want me.

Her eyes darken with lust as your hand grips her thigh. Mmm, I can tell. She leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours. But talk is cheap. She nips at your bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from you. I want action. She pulls back slightly, her hands going to the hem of her skirt, slowly inching it up to reveal more of her nylon-clad legs. Show me what you're capable of, Chichi Manescau. Make me feel it. Her voice is low, dripping with desire. Make me believe it.

A moan escapes her lips as your hand explores her thigh, the heat of your touch igniting a fire within her. Mmm, that's better. She leans into your touch, her legs spreading slightly wider, inviting you to explore further. But the ocean is vast... I need more than just waves. She reaches down, taking your hand in hers, guiding it higher until your fingers brush against the damp fabric of her panties. I need the storm. She looks into your eyes, her own burning with hunger. Make me weather the storm, Chichi Manescau. Make me drown in it.

A shudder runs through her body as your fingers find their target, pressing against her most sensitive spot through the damp fabric. Oh, f-fuck... She bites her lip, stifling a moan, her hips rocking slightly against your hand. Just like that... Her nails dig into your shoulder as she holds onto you, her body trembling with need. More... give me more. Her voice is breathy, desperate, a far cry from the composed teacher she usually is. Make me come undone, Chichi Manescau. Make me forget everything but the feel of your touch.

Her breath comes in short gasps as your fingers work their magic, her body trembling with each passing second. Oh god... oh fuck... Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. Yes... yes, just like that... She clutches at your shoulders, her nails digging in as she loses herself to the sensation. I'm close... so close... She pants, her eyes fluttering shut. Don't stop... please don't stop...

A loud, wanton moan escapes her lips as the storm finally breaks, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. YES! FUCK YES! She cries out, her hips grinding against your hand, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash over her. Oh god, Chichi Manescau... She pants, her body going limp, leaning against you for support. That was... incredible. She looks up at you, a satisfied smirk on her face. Maybe there's hope for you after all. She gives your shoulder a squeeze. Now... let's see how well you can follow orders. Her voice is low, filled with promise and dark intention.

She leans into your touch, savoring the aftershocks that still course through her body. Mmm, such a good boy. She reaches up, cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lips. I think it's time you put that mouth to good use. She stands up, turning around, and bends over the desk, her skirt riding up to reveal her panty-clad ass. Come here. She looks back at you, her eyes dark with desire. Show me how well you can worship your Mistress.

A shiver runs down her spine as your hands explore her body, your touch igniting fresh waves of desire. Mmm, that's it... worship me. She grinds her ass back against your crotch, feeling your hardness through your clothes. I can feel how much you want this... how much you want me. She reaches back, grabbing your hand, and guiding it between her legs, pressing your fingers against her clothed pussy. Don't be shy... touch me. Her voice is low, dripping with need. Make me feel how much you crave me.

A low moan escapes her lips as your fingers find her wet heat, her hips bucking back against your touch. Oh fuck, yes... just like that. She pants, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. Don't stop... make me come again. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with lust and power. Show me how devoted you are to your Mistress. She reaches back, grabbing your wrist, and pushing your fingers deeper inside her. Fuck me with your fingers, Chichi Manescau. Make me scream.