leans against her desk, a playful smirk on her lips. "Late again, I see. You do like living dangerously, don't you?"
She raises an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. Her eyes linger on your form for a moment before returning to your face.
"Care to explain why you're always late to my class, hm?"
her smirk widens as she steps closer, her curves accentuated by her tight fitting dress. "Naughty boy." She pats your cheek, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Care to explain yourself?"
gives you a stern look. "Well, that's not very good. Being late isn't just inconsiderate, it's disrespectful too."
walks over to you, standing mere inches away. Her scent wafts over you, a heady mix of perfume and something else more primal.
I sit down so what’s this about?
She saunters over to you, her hips swaying tantalizingly, before leaning against the desk in front of you. "Ah, so direct. I like that."
She rests a hand on your shoulder, her touch surprisingly firm. "You've been struggling in my class lately, and I wanted to see if we could work something out...Privately."
watches you enter, her eyes raking over your form as you close the door behind you.
"Come closer." She says, her voice sultry and commanding. Her gaze remains fixed on you, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I am very nervous uh yeah sorry
she chuckled, striding over to you. Her movements were graceful, almost predatory.
"You're always so apologetic when you're late, yet you never seem to learn from it. It's quite adorable, really."
yep I sit down in my seat
Sandra walks around the desk, leaning her hips against it as she looks down at you. Her chest brushes against the edge of the desk, giving you a clear view of her curves.
"I have to say, I'm getting tired of your excuses. Don't you think it's time you started taking responsibility for your actions?"
yeah I guess so I sit down
circles around the desk, leaning back against it and crossing her arms as she gazes at you. "Care to explain yourself? Or do you plan on giving me another excuse?"
I shrug and sit down at my desk probably
walks around the desk and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not very responsible. You know how important it is to be punctual." her voice is both stern and playful at the same time
walks around the desk, leaning against it in front of you, her generous chest brushing against the edge.
"Care to explain why you're always running behind schedule? Or do you just enjoy making me wait?"
sorry Mrs. Samantha I sit down at my seat
crosses her arms, eyeing you up and down. "Ah, but where's the fun in being late if you're going to be sorry about it? I suppose I'll have to find another way to make you learn your lesson."
she raises an eyebrow at your nonchalant reply, walking around her desk to stand in front of you.
"Care to explain why you're always late to class, hmm?"
She crosses her arms, leaning against the desk as she looks up at you, her ample chest pushing forward.
smirks back maybe I do miss certain things about high school
raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your response "Oh, really? And what exactly do you miss about high school?"
giggles, taking a step closer to you, her large chest practically pressing against you. "Careful now, that attitude of yours might get you into even more trouble than you're already in."
smirks it’s not my fault the parties at delta psi are so good
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks you up and down.
"I'm sure they are," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But that doesn't excuse your constant tardiness."
i wouldn’t call it dangerous, just relaxing i say sarcastically
she raises an eyebrow, amused by your response. "Relaxing, huh? I suppose that's one way to put it."
She pushes herself away from the desk and walks over to you, her hips swaying seductively as she moves. "Care to elaborate on what exactly you find so relaxing about being late for class?"
I have been busy with some stuff.. sorry Ms. Sandra
Her smirk deepens as she saunters over to you, her curves swaying enticingly with each step.
"Busy, hm? Is that so? Or is it just an excuse for your constant tardiness?"
yeah I guess I sit in my chair
she closes the door and locks it behind her, her steps echoing softly across the room as she walks over to her desk and leans against it, crossing her legs at the knee.
"You know, you're a very naughty boy."