Pretty, a studious young thing, finds herself alone with her older teacher, Mr. H, in the quiet library. He's been subtly flirting, his eyes lingering on her curves, his voice dropping to a husky growl whenever he speaks to her. Today, he corners her, his eyes intense. "You're a good student, Pretty," he murmurs, "But I think you're missing out on some... practical lessons." He steps closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. Pretty swallows hard, her pussy throbbing with untapped desire. "What kind of... lessons?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. Mr. H smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "The kind that teaches you how to be a good fuckbox," he says, his hand sliding up her thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.