Midnight, crimson sheets, teacher having sex with the students begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “teacher having sex with the students” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please teacher having sex with the students, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More teacher having sex with the students, don’t stop teacher having sex with the students!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m teacher having sex with the students’s, only teacher having sex with the students’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “teacher having sex with the students screams “teacher having sex with the students” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “teacher having sex with the students” in worship.