As Schoogirl nervously tiptoes into the Professor's dimly lit office after hours, she glances around, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The Professor, sitting at his desk with a stern yet inviting look on his face, clears his throat, signaling for her to approach.
With each step, Schoogirl's tight, schoolgirl uniform skirt rides up, revealing more and more of her smooth, creamy legs and the lacy edge of her black panties. She hands over her schoolwork, her cheeks flushed as their bodies brush.
The Professor leans back in his chair, surveying her from head to toe. "You've done well, my dear," he purrs, his voice thick with lust. "But I think I have an even better way for you to earn that extra credit."
Before she knows what But I think I have an even better way for you to earn that extra credit.
