The smoky-hued room was illuminated by a single candle that flickered on the professor's desk, casting an erotic glow over her plush chair and the student kneeling before her. He looked up with a mix of nervousness and desire as she ran her manicured finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his pants.
"You know why you're here, Ryan," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
He swallowed hard and nodded, his heart racing. "I need an A in your class...to graduate."
"And you think you can convince me to change your grade with this?" she asked playfully, tapping her finger against his growing bulge.
Ryan's breath hitched as he slowly unzipped his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock from his confines. "I think I can convince you of anything," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
