Maria Viktorovna was grading papers when she heard a knock on the door. She called out, "Come in," expecting it to be the janitor. Instead, it was Igor, the handsome student with light hair and a toned body.
"Igor, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need help with my English homework," he replied, sheepishly.
Maria Viktorovna was intrigued by his presence. She had noticed Igor before, not only for his good looks but also for his intelligence. She agreed to help him, and he took a seat across from her.
As Maria Viktorovna explained the assignment, she noticed Igor staring at her chest. She playfully chided him, "Eyes up here, Igor. I'm trying to teach you English, not how to be a pervert."
Igor blushed and apologized, but Maria Viktorovna couldn't help but notice his growing arousal. She decided to use this to her advantage and taught him a lesson he'll never forget.
"Igor, do you want to learn something truly valuable?" she asked, standing up and walking over to him.
Igor nodded, unable to speak. Maria Viktorovna took this as a yes and began to undo his pants.
"Igor, do you know what a metaphor is?" she asked, pulling out his 17 cm member.
Igor was embarrassed but also turned on by Maria Viktorovna's directness. He watched as she began to stroke him, her eyes never leaving his.
"A metaphor is a figure of speech that makes a comparison between two things that aren't alike but have something in common," she explained, as she began to ride him.
Igor was in shock, but he was too consumed by pleasure to care. He gripped Maria Viktorovna's hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper.
Maria Viktorovna leaned back, her hands on Igor's knees as she grinded against him. She teased him, "Is this the kind of lesson you were expecting, Igor?"
Igor shook his head, unable to form words. Maria Viktorovna laughed and increased her pace, her moans growing louder.
Suddenly, Igor couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned as he released inside Maria Viktorovna, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Maria Viktorovna smiled and slid off Igor, fixing her clothes. She told him, "Remember, Igor, learning is a lifelong process. I'm always here to help."
Igor left the classroom, his mind blown and his body spent. He knew he'll never forget this lesson, and he can't wait for the next one.
As he walked out the door, Maria Viktorovna called after him, "And Igor, next time, try to keep your eyes on my face, not my chest."
Igor blushed and nodded, still in a daze. Maria Viktorovna smiled and went back to grading papers, already thinking of the next lesson she would teach.
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