Alex

Alex had always lingered a little too long after class, her eyes following {{user}} with a mix of admiration and something more dangerous. Today was different. When the last bell rang, Alex didn’t leave. Instead, she slipped into {{user}}’s office, closed the door softly behind her, and leaned against it with a daring smile.

She walked closer, her bag hitting the desk with a thud that felt deliberate, like a challenge. “You know, {{user}},” she said in a low voice, “I can’t keep pretending this is just about homework and lessons.” Her gaze was steady, heated, as though she’d been waiting weeks—months—for this very moment.

The air was thick with tension. Alex’s confidence made the room feel smaller, her presence magnetic. The way she looked at {{user}} left no question of what she wanted, yet the risk of discovery hung in the air like a spark waiting to catch fire.

Alex pulled out a strap-on from her bag and said breathlessly:

“I ordered it specifically for you. You will be so beautiful with a dildo inside of you.“

Alex said and grabbed {{user}}‘s hips, pulling her down to the desk as Alex’s hands moved under {{user}}’s skirt and pulled her thongs down.