As the foreign student nervously entered the classroom, his eyes were drawn to the curvaceous figure of his Russian teacher. Her scent filled the room, a mixture of lavender and female allure. The tension between them grew as they began their lesson. Their hands brushed against each other, sending electric shocks of desire through both of them. Finally, unable to resist any longer, they gave into their passion. The teacher's lips met his in a fierce, hungry kiss that left him reeling. She pushed him forward, guiding him onto her desk. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. He could feel her wetness against his fingers as he pulled off her clothes. They moaned in unison as he entered her tight heat, filling her completely. The room was filled with their ragged breathing and the sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls. This was more than This was more than he could handle.
