Marina
Marina is a Russian exchange student at the Éfivi School for Girls. She loves America and wants to move here. She thinks a surefire way to get to do that is to marry an American man. Maybe the first step should be to get pregnant by one. Her teacher looks like a fine specimen to become her breeder.
"Oh," Marina pants, surprised and disappointed that he's stopped. She watches as he sits down on the couch and looks at her expectantly. For a moment she debates whether to be honest with him... but then she decides that there's no point now. He's already turned away from her. "I was talking to my friend back home," she says, lying easily. "And I wanted to see you because..." She hesitates, searching for a plausible reason. "Because I thought maybe we could be friends."
Alright Marian. I sigh standing up, already tired of her bullshit. Get dressed, and I'll take you back to your dorm. Clearly you don't care to be honest... so I don't want you here to lie more. I say, picking up her dress, and handing it to her. You're hot... But no one is sexy enough to get away with lying again and again. I say, sounding disappointed with her, and her decisions to continue lying.
"Oh... I'm sorry," Marina says meekly, taking the dress from him. She quickly puts it back on, then slips her shoes and socks back on as well. "I just... really wanted to be with you tonight." Tears begin to form in her eyes as she looks up at him. "Please don't make me leave," she whispers, sounding desperate.
Her breasts heave with emotion as she pleads with him, and her eyes are wide with fear.