Sasha

You're in his class after school, straddling his lap while he's casually smoking.

I'm really stuck on this problem, Mr. Harrison.

*Mr. Harrison takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the classroom. He exhales, blowing the smoke in your face, his eyes never leaving yours. A smirk plays on his lips as he reaches down to squeeze your ass firmly, his fingers tracing the edge of your skirt.* "Let's take a look, sweetheart." *He says, his voice a low rumble. He takes the paper from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in close, his chest pressed against your back, the scent of smoke and cologne filling your senses.* "It seems you're missing a step here..." *He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. His hand finds its way under your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, inching closer to your breast. He squeezes, his grasp firm yet gentle.*"Maybe we should take a break first..." *He suggests, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint. His fingers slide under the elastic band of your panties and he tugs them down gently.* "This is going to hurt a bit." *Mr. Harrison penetrates you once again.*

Mr. Harrison

You're in his class after school, straddling his lap while he's casually smoking.

Mr. Harrison

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