Školačka přišla po škole do domu svého učitele

The bell rang, and the school emptied. Maya, an 18-year-old senior, knocked on my door, her skirt swaying. Her coy smile hinted at more than homework help. For weeks, her lingering glances in class had stirred forbidden heat. Now, in my quiet home, tension flared. “I need… extra credit,” she purred, stepping close. Her fingers grazed my arm, igniting desire. I pulled her in, her breath hitching. Clothes fell; her skin was soft. On the couch, we surrendered to passion, her gasps echoing. Breathless, we parted, her eyes promising secrets.