Rain lashes the window while bad teacher ann keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in bad teacher ann, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In bad teacher ann, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in bad teacher ann. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that bad teacher ann records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. bad teacher ann feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.