**After-School Lesson**

I never thought I’d have Nandini—my shy, brilliant math student—bent over my desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her tight little pussy already dripping for me. But here we were, alone in the empty classroom after hours, and the air between us was thick with something far hotter than algebra.

It started innocently enough. She stayed behind to ask for help with integrals, but the way she bit her lip when I leaned over her notebook had my dick twitching in my pants. Her blouse was just loose enough that when she shifted in her seat, I caught a glimpse of her lacy black bra. And then—fuck—she *knew* I was looking.

“Sir,” she murmured, fingers tracing idle circles on her paper, “I think I need… extra practice.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah? Maybe you need a different kind of lesson.”

She didn’t pull away when my hand brushed her thigh. Instead, she let out this soft little gasp that went straight to my cock.

That was all the invitation I needed.

I stood, dragging her up with me, and slammed her back against the chalkboard. Her breath hitched as I yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her tits spilled out of her bra—perfect handfuls, pink nipples already stiff. I pinched one hard, and she whined, arching into my touch.

“You’ve been teasing me all semester,” I growled, grinding my hardening dick against her hip. “Fucking hell, Nandini—were you waiting for this?”

She nodded, breathless. “Yes, sir. Please—”

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as my fingers slid under her skirt. No panties. Just smooth, warm skin and the soaked folds of her pussy. She was *so* wet, her clit swollen under my thumb. I rubbed rough circles there, and she practically sobbed into my mouth.

“On the desk,” I ordered. “Now.”

She obeyed instantly, bending over, her round ass begging for my hands—or my cock. I didn’t make her wait. I shoved her skirt up, spread her cheeks, and buried my face between them.

Her taste flooded my tongue—sweet and musky, her arousal thick on my lips. She whimpered, pushing back against me as I licked into her, sucking her clit until her thighs shook.

“Oh fuck, sir—” Her voice cracked. “I’m gonna—”

I pulled back just to watch her squirm. “Not yet.”

Then I unbuckled my belt, my cock springing free, already leaking. I slapped it against her pussy, making her shiver.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

She looked back at me, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with need. “Please fuck me, sir. I need you inside me.”

That was all I needed. I lined up and drove into her with one brutal thrust.

Her tight little cunt clenched around me, hot and perfect. I gripped her hips, setting a ruthless pace, fucking her hard enough to make the desk creak. Every snap of my hips drew another gasp, another broken moan.

“You take my cock so well,” I groaned, slapping her ass. “Bet you thought about this, huh? Your teacher fucking you raw?”

“Yes—” Her voice was a wreck. “Every day, sir. Every fucking day.”

I curled over her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing furious circles on her clit. Her pussy fluttered around me, her body tensing.

“Come for me,” I growled in her ear.

She screamed when she did, her cunt milking my cock like she was trying to drain me dry. I wasn’t far behind—three more thrusts, and I was burying myself deep, spurting hot inside her.

We stayed like that for a second, both panting. Then she turned her head, lips brushing mine.

“So… does this mean I pass?”

I laughed, pulling out slowly, watching my cum drip down her thighs.

“Oh, baby… you fucking aced it.”