She was a beautiful teacher. A goddess. And she knew it.
Her eyes were always on me. I felt their heat.
One day after class she called me to her office. Her voice a whisper of command.
The door clicked shut. My heart pounded.
Her touch was electric. Every nerve alive.
I never imagined a lesson could be this intense.
Her body pressed against mine. Every curve a temptation.
She led me to the desk. The lesson continued.
Her moans filled the room. A symphony of pleasure.
I couldn't get enough. She was insatiable.
Each touch deepened the connection. A bond forged in desire.
The heat between us was undeniable. Burning.
Her body moved with mine. A perfect rhythm.
The boundaries blurred. Teacher and student became lovers.
Her lessons were unforgettable. Forever etched in my mind.
We came together in a wave of pure ecstasy. A climax.
And then the silence. Only the echoes of our passion remained.