Prixilatina's heart races as she sneaks into Anaconda's office, her math teacher, her daddy figure. He's been watching her, his gaze lingering on her curves during class. Today, she's wearing a short skirt, her long legs bare. Anaconda's eyes darken as he takes in her appearance. He stands, towering over her, his hands cupping her face. "You're playing with fire, little one," he warns, his voice husky. Prixilatina bites her lip, her eyes challenging. "Maybe I want to get burned," she whispers, her hands reaching for his belt.