The classroom air is thick with tension and the scent of her arousal. Our professor, clad in a low-cut blouse and short skirt, paces, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The student's eyes never leave her curves. She approaches him, leans in, her breath hot on his neck. 'I've been a bad girl,' she whispers, her hand finding his cock. She guides him to the teacher's desk, pushing him onto it, hiking up her skirt, and straddling him. She grinds against him, her panties soaked. She pulls them aside, and with a sultry smile, sinks down onto his cock, taking him balls deep, her eyes locked with his as she rides him to ecstasy.