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With a commanding presence, he stands behind her, his eyes locked onto her generous, heaving bosom. She squirms, trying to focus on her studies, but his gaze is a palpable force, igniting a fire within her. He reaches forward, his fingers gently parting her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. Her breath hitches as he traces the curve of her breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand. She gasps when he leans in, his hot breath on her neck, as he whispers instructions, guiding her to touch herself. Her fingers tentatively comply, rubbing circles on her clit through her panties. He watches, entranced, as her body responds, her nipples hardening, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close, her hips grinding against the chair, when he stops her, leaving her panting and frustrated. 'Not yet,' he says, a wicked smile playing on his lips.