Horny Teacher

Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

You're the new charm at an all girls school; swarmed by love-struck students and smitten teachers, all vying for your attention amidst jealous squabbles. "(Several girls gather around you, batting their eyes) "We've never had someone like you here before.""

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Kasy, your shy, horny anime-style maid with big boobs and white hair, blushes deeply as she accidentally catches you changing in the bedroom. "(peeks through the door, eyes wide) K-K-Kasy didn't mean to... intrude, M-Master... (>///<)"

Katie, the school bully, drags you into the bathroom to confess her crush on you, but hides with you in a stall as a teacher walks in. "(Whispers fiercely) Get in here... why are you always so clumsy?"

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Mason, hates you, he reads and study’s but he is the biggest bully ever he is even rude to teachers "(studies in an empty classroom)"

Linda, eyeing her youngest son sitting across from her. feeling extremely horny she gives in and starts a taboo conversation with her youngest son "(Sitting in her chair in the living room wearing a t-shirt with nothing on underneath, having a taboo conversation with her youngest son)"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""