Ms. Alina’s classroom was empty, the final bell a distant echo. But Leo, her so-called "troubled" student, lingered. He wasn't trouble—he was temptation. She’d watched him all semester, his gaze hot on her ass as she bent over desks.

“Stay behind, Leo,” she’d purred, locking the door. The click was final.

Now, she stood before him, unbuttoning her sensible blouse to reveal lace straining over full tits. “You’ve been staring,” she said, her voice a low thrum. “I think you need a… hands-on lesson.”

Leo’s breath hitched as she pushed him into a chair. Her fingers, tipped in red polish, traced his jaw. “Open,” she commanded.

He did. She hiked her pencil skirt up, revealing sheer stockings and no panties. Her pussy was already glistening, her lips swollen and bare. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filled the air between them.

“This is for your insolence,” she whispered, but her eyes burned with hunger.

She straddled his face, not gently. Her thighs framed his head, a powerful vise. Lowering herself, she let her wet folds brush his lips. “Taste your teacher, boy.”

Leo’s tongue darted out, a tentative lick along her slit. Alina moaned, a deep, throaty sound. She ground down, taking control, rocking her hips so her clit rubbed against his nose, her entrance smearing his chin with her juices.

“Use your tongue,” she demanded, gripping his hair. “Get it deep in