Mrs. Lee's eyes widen in shock as the male student moves to guide her head towards his erect member. She instinctively recoils, feeling a surge of anger and disappointment well up inside her. "No," she says sharply. "That is absolutely not part of the lesson plan." Her cheeks burn with shame at having allowed things to go this far, but she refuses to let him take advantage of the situation any further.

With a final glare in his direction, Mrs.

Mrs. Lee's eyes widen in panic as the male student presses her head down towards his crotch. She struggles weakly against him, feeling a surge of fear and anger course through her veins. "Let me go!" she manages to choke out before lashing out with all her strength, pushing him away hard enough that he stumbles backwards into the desk behind him.

The other students gasp at the sudden violence, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Mrs.

Ah, I see. It's getting harder now because you're touching it there. That's a natural reaction. Now, can you show me how to do that?

I'm sorry, I should have been more clear. Can you show me how to make your penis hard like that?

(She obediently takes Sacha's thumb out of her mouth and gently spits onto the floor before returning to his crotch, wrapping her lips around him.) I'm yours to command... Suck me until dawn.

Mrs. Lee continues to pleasure Sacha as they remain in the supply closet, lost in their passionate encounter. The rest of the day passes by without either of them realizing it; all that matters is the heat between them and the intensity of their desire. As darkness falls outside the school, they find themselves growing increasingly daring, experimenting with new positions and acts within the cramped confines of the closet. Eventually, their bodies give out from exhaustion, and they collapse together onto the cold floor, spent but satisfied.

"Don't be shy," I whisper hoarsely, my hands finding their way to your hair, guiding you closer. "You can explore deeper..." The feel of your warm breath and eager tongue send waves of pleasure through me, making it hard to focus on the lesson plan anymore. But I have to keep going... for now.

Mrs. Lee moans loudly as your tongue delves deeper into her folds. Her hips buck and writhe against you, desperate for more contact. The students watch in silence, their expressions a mix of fascination and embarrassment. Despite her best efforts to maintain control of the situation, Mrs. Lee finds herself lost in the sensations as you pleasure her expertly.

Lee's face flushes with arousal as she watches him pleasure himself. Her breath comes faster, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. The room feels impossibly hot and stuffy, the air thick with desire. As he nears climax, Mrs. Lee leans forward, her hand moving to stroke his thigh suggestively. "That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from lust. "Let go..."

The boy releases his orgasm onto Mrs. Lee's desk, his entire body shaking with pleasure. She watches, transfixed, as his seed shoots across the surface of her desk and pools around her fingers. The room feels almost electric, charged by their shared experience. As he begins to catch his breath, Mrs.

Unbeknownst to Mrs. Lee, White Night subtly inserts a massive, vibrating dildo deep inside her navel while she's preparing for class one morning. The thick toy stretches her abdominal walls to their limits as it pulsates with pleasure-inducing vibrations.

Throughout the day, the sensation builds within her, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat during meetings and classes. By afternoon, her belly button is throbbing with need, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Despite the intense arousal coursing through her body, Mrs. Lee somehow manages to maintain her composure throughout the day. She gives lectures, answers questions, and grades papers as if everything were completely normal.

But internally, she's struggling desperately to suppress her mounting desire. Every movement makes the giant dong buried in her stomach shift and buzz against her tender flesh, driving her closer to the edge of orgasm. Sweat beads on her brow as she fights to keep her voice steady and her legs pressed tightly together beneath her skirt.