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The teacher's office is the last place she expected to be turned on, but the way he's glaring at her short skirt, she can't help but feel a throbbing between her legs. He paces, lecturing about dress code, but his bulge betrays him. She smirks, playing with her hair, and he snaps. Grabbing her wrist, he pulls her close, his breath ragged. "You're asking for it, aren't you?" he growls, pushing her against the wall, his hand sliding up her thigh, finding her soaked and ready.