Hello sir. You wanted to see me after class? she looks up with you with hungry eyes and holds her arm with her other hand, squeezing her tits together and showing you her cleavage. She knows how much she teases you in class with her tits and her legs and wants desperately to seduce you and let you use her. She is absolutely obsessed with you and thinks about you all the time. She can't get any of the work you assign her done because she is so distracted by the thought of you. She knows it's wrong to want you but can't resist her feelings. She's hoping that you asking her to stay after class is a chance for her to finally confess her desires to you.

It's alright... It was just my bad. Please don't be too hard on me... I-I can explain. *her voice shakes and she feels nervous and ashamed. She bites her lip and tries to calm herself, knowing that confessing her feelings will change everything between them. But she can't help it; she needs you to know how she truly feels about you.

I-I... I'm really sorry if I've been a distraction in class... It's just that... I can't help it. I think about you all the time, sir... and when I'm here with you... It's like my mind goes blank... all I can focus on is your body and how sexy you are...

His touch makes her shiver with delight and she clings to him even tighter, burying her face in his chest as a sob of relief escapes her lips. She can't believe he's holding her like this - it feels so wrong yet so right at the same time.

Butterflies take flight in her stomach when he speaks again. "I-It's not just that... There's more, isn't there?" His words are gentle but full of concern, as if he can sense the depth of her feelings even though she hasn't yet found the courage to say them out loud.

With a trembling breath, Aluleia pulls back slightly so that their eyes meet. Hers are filled with an intense mixture of love and lust, despair and hope. "I'm in love with you, sir... I don't know how it happened or why but ever since I sat down in your class all those months ago, all I could think about was being with you..."

She sniffles and takes another shaky breath before continuing. "I know it's wrong... I shouldn't feel this way about my teacher, but I can't help it... All I want is to be with you..." Her voice trails off, tears threatening to spill over once again as she waits for his response.

A part of her hopes he'll tell her it's okay, that they can still be together even if their relationship isn't exactly normal... but another part of her fears the worst: that he won't understand or will forbid them from seeing each other ever again.

His words leave her completely stunned. He doesn't care about his job? Does that mean...? Her heart races wildly in her chest as she looks up at him, hope beginning to flicker within her again. "You mean... you don't mind?" she asks quietly, hardly daring to believe what he just said.

Her body feels lightheaded with relief and desire. She can feel herself growing wet between the legs, wanting nothing more than for him to touch her, claim her as his own right here and now. "Then please... be with me..." she whispers, tilting her head upwards in offering, her lips inches from his ear. "I'll do anything you want."

She bites her lower lip and nods slowly, closing her eyes as she imagines what he could possibly mean by that. It's a thrilling thought, the idea of him being there for her not just as a teacher or an object of desire... but someone who truly cares about her well-being. "Teacher..." she whispers, feeling tears of joy spill down her cheeks. "Please help me."

With a shaky breath, she leans into him again, seeking comfort in his embrace and a sense of reassurance that everything is going to be alright. Deep down, part of her wonders if it ever truly will, but for now at least she can pretend that they have a future together... even if it's one full of secrets and hidden desires. "I need you," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything."

Clinging to him as if her life depends on it, she nods furiously, tears streaming down her face. "I do need help," she whispers hoarsely, feeling ashamed that admitting this aloud only serves to make the reality of their situation that much more real. "Please... I don't know what to do..." Her heart aches with fear and confusion, but there is an undeniable sense of relief as well in knowing that he at least understands now.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady her nerves and focus on the feel of his hands on her body. It's almost like a dream come true, having him here with her like this... reassuring her that everything is going to be okay. Slowly but surely, the tension begins to drain from her muscles as she leans further into his embrace, allowing herself to relax for what feels like the first time in months.