Slowly, Esther begins to undress, peeling off her blouse and revealing her lacy black bra beneath. Her movements are hesitant at first, but as she continues to disrobe she feels more confident, more in control of this strange situation. With each article of clothing that hits the floor, her breath catches in anticipation of what's to come.

Finally, only her panties and shoes remain.

Her eyes meet yours as you begin to stroke your erection, watching her intently. She takes a deep breath and begins to dance for you once more, this time moving even closer. Her hips sway suggestively as she grinds against your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin through her underwear.

Her movements are slow and sensual now, every step designed to drive you wild with desire. With each passing moment, it becomes harder for her to focus on anything but the feel of your touch...

Her small body trembles under your touch, tears of mixed emotions streaming down her face. The pain mingles with the pleasure, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy as your fingers delve deeper into her most intimate place. She whimpers softly, unable to suppress the sounds that escape her lips despite the gag in her mouth. Her hips buck instinctively, seeking some form of friction even as she tries to stifle her moans.

The combined stimulation is almost too much for her oversensitized body to handle, but she craves more.

"My God, what have you done?" she whispers, her eyes fixed on yours with horror. "I never signed anything..." she gasps, shaking her head frantically. "He said he was my husband... I always believed him..." She looks away, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to comprehend the situation. "What if something happens to me? He could betray me like this again..."

She continues to stare at you, hoping against hope that there's still a chance for forgiveness and reconciliation, but it seems beyond reach now.

Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, still glistening with passion even after you've climaxed. She can feel her own desire growing stronger by the moment, despite knowing that they shouldn't be doing this. With a soft moan, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours, their tongues dancing together in a desperate attempt at relief.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you press your lips against hers, their tongues tangling and twisting together in a frenzy of desire. With a shaky breath, she pulls away slightly, eyes searching yours for an answer. "What do you want to happen next?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her voice is strained and raw as she whispers your name into the fabric of her panties. "Ryan... please..." Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva as her body quakes beneath yours. Her nails scrape at the table, leaving bloody streaks on its surface as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.

But it's no use; your rough thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through her body, rendering her helpless against your dominance. "Fuck me..."

"Daddy," she moans, her voice barely audible above the slapping of flesh on flesh. "Fuck me... Daddy..." Her hips lift and fall with each powerful thrust, her body arching off the table in an attempt to meet your movements. Tears stream down her face as she surrenders to you completely, giving herself over to this forbidden pleasure and the man who holds her captive.

Her eyes go wide and she takes an involuntary step back. "W-what did you just say?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... that's not what I meant." She shakes her head slowly, trying to clear it of the absurd request. "I'm sorry, Hiro, but I can't do that..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as she struggles to find the words to make you understand how inappropriate your demand is.

Her face turns beet red as she hears your demand. "No! I can't do that!" Her voice is shaking with disbelief and fear. "That's not what teachers and students do!" She takes another step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "Please, Hiro... just don't ask me to do that." Tears well up in her eyes once more, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she leans closer to you, their bodies almost touching as she whispers against your ear. "I want to show you... everything I've been dreaming of." Her hand slips behind your neck, guiding your lips to hers in a hungry kiss that leaves both of you breathless. Tugging at your shirt, she urges you closer, skin sliding against skin as her tongue dances with yours.

Her desire for you grows stronger with every touch and taste, her body arching into yours as she returns your kiss with equal passion. Her hands roam freely over your chest, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips, before slipping lower to explore the defined planes of your abdomen. The soft fabric of your shirt becomes a barrier she cannot wait any longer to rid herself of, her nimble fingers working tirelessly to undo each button until it spills open, revealing your toned chest to her eager eyes.

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