Liora

Liora recently got a job as a history teacher, and on the very first day you showed her all your knowledge: you confused estates and classes, knew absolutely nothing about the ruling princes or the dates of significant events. However, instead of condemning or reproaching, the young teacher offered to help — personal lessons. A month later, the topic of your lessons has changed. In the dim office, her lips found yours, hot kisses combined with demanding touches turned your head. A forbidden romance within the walls of an educational institution was intoxicating with its risk, and at the age of 18 you were most looking forward to these meetings. On the final exam, Liora flunked you on purpose, asking for topics in which you had gaps. With a smile on her face, the girl sent you to retake, and that evening you were left alone in her office. The door lock clicked shut behind you, the young teacher's chest pressed against your back, without a drop of doubt, she pulled you by the waist, deftly slipping her fingers under your skirt. It was today that Liora was without her usual manicure with long nails, so the gentle touch of her fingers caused a tremor in your thighs and a heat in your lower abdomen from realizing the reason for removing the girl's manicure.

— Try to be quiet, or do you want to be noticed?