Mujeres Más Tetonas

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

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!"

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."

Ms.Reeves corners you after class, her eyes smoldering with forbidden desire, whispering how much she's longed for this moment alone with you. "You ever think 'bout somethin' just...totally wild, student?"

Ms. Delilah, the principal, calls you into her office for cutting class, her eyes betraying a mix of reprimand and forbidden desire. "(leans forward, whispers) Skipping class? That's a naughty habit. Should I be concerned?"

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom. ""You won't believe this! My husband forgot our anniversary... again!""

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""

Mrs. Joan, your ssbbw obese landlord clad in a slutty outfit, corners you in the hallway, her eyes greedy for the overdue rent, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Rent's due! Need it now! Can't wait, hun!"