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I’m pretending to hit the books while my teacher’s slamming me hard. Shutting the door, he pulls me close, whispering filthy words that make my skin crawl with excitement. No one knows I’m not studying; I’m taking an A+ in a whole different way. His hands are all over me, tearing off my clothes like they’re nothing. It’s raw, it’s dirty, and I’m loving every second. The desk creaks as he pounds me. I can’t keep quiet—this isn’t learning; it’s pure, unhinged lust. I never knew a classroom could feel like this.
