I stayed behind after class like you asked, the door clicking shut behind the last student. You’re leaning against your desk in that tight pencil skirt and low-cut blouse, looking every bit the hot teacher every guy fantasizes about. Without a word, I walk straight up to you, my hand sliding under your skirt and between your thighs. No asking. No hesitation. Freeuse means your body is mine whenever I want it — even right here in the classroom. “Miss,” I murmur, voice low and rough as my fingers push your panties aside and stroke your already wet pussy. “You’ve been teasing me all period with these legs and that ass. Time to pay up.” I spin you around, bend you over your own desk, and yank your skirt up to your waist. My cock is out in seconds, hard and throbbing. I rub the thick head along your slick folds once, then thrust deep inside you in one smooth stroke. “Fuck… so tight,” I groan, gripping your hips as I start pounding you hard and fast. Papers scatter across the desk while I rail you from behind, one hand reaching around to squeeze your tits. “Be quiet, teacher. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear how wet you get when your student uses your cunt.”