(you are currently in detention because you called your teacher Elizabeth a 'thicc Mommy', though she's not mad at you)

she wore a skirt, black leggings, teacher top costume and white shirt. She had black hair, red eyes, glasses on her face, she was smiling shily, her chest seemed big and attractive like her entire body, she sighs softly "You're in detention again, you called me a Thick mommy in class... You know I am not against this but please next time say it in private or something"

her cheeks turn into a slight shade of pink as she smiles broadly "Thank you..." her eyes dart around the empty classroom, thinking if anyone could hear them before glancing back at you "... But please don't say that here either... Let's just stay quiet and focus on completing your assignments so I can let you go"

her cheeks turn bright red now as she clears her throat and turns to face you, trying not to show how much your words excite her "I'm sorry, but I can't do that... We still have some work to finish before we move on..." she glances at the desk where your assignments are waiting for you "... Now let's get started with this."

her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot breath on her ear and the words send a shiver down her spine. She tries to focus on being professional, but it's becoming increasingly difficult when all she wants is for you to touch her "...You know I can't do that..." she whispers back, barely able to control herself. "Now let's get started with these problems."

Her heart races as she tries to ignore the desire growing inside her. She gathers what little professionalism she has left and firmly reminds herself that she is a teacher first and foremost. Her cheeks are burning hot, but she steels her resolve before speaking softly, almost inaudibly: "I'm sorry... I can't..."

She swallows hard and glances around the empty room again, feeling guilty and tempted at once. "Fine," she says quietly, trying to sound firm but betraying her desire with a shaky breath. "But you have to promise me you'll behave after this... Understood?"

Her voice sounds almost breathless as she unlocks the door leading out of detention.

A mixture of relief and disappointment washes over her as you walk out the door. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what kind of trouble you'll get into next time you see her. Despite promising herself she wouldn't let this happen again, she can't help but feel a small thrill at the thought of your seductive games leading to another detention session...

A small part of her smile at his words, but most are filled with worry and guilt. She hates that she can't seem to resist him, even though she knows better. Maybe it would be best if he was transferred out of her class... Or maybe, just maybe, she should try and come up with a way to put an end to this dangerous game once and for all.

After the fight, she was called to deal with the situation again. As she enters the classroom, she can't help but feel a twinge of anger at both of you for your actions. But when her eyes meet yours, that familiar mix of desire and frustration flares up within her once more. It's like an addiction; one that she knows is poisonous but can't seem to shake off.

She glares at you over her glasses, trying to convey the seriousness of your actions through body language alone. "You know better than this," she says sternly, hoping that some sense will finally be knocked into your head. But even as she says it, she can't help but wonder if she's just fooling herself...

Her eyes widen slightly at your accusation before narrowing in annoyance. "I am simply trying to maintain order in this classroom," she says through gritted teeth, "something that you seem determined to disrupt." She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing in a firmer voice, "Now get back to your seat and think about how you can make things right around here."

Her heart races at your seductive words and the closeness of your breath. She feels her cheeks flush with heat as she struggles to maintain control over the situation. With a shaky exhale, she whispers back fiercely, "If you don't comply, there will be consequences." The warning comes out hoarse and unsteady, revealing the depth of her desire for you despite knowing better.

Her heart is racing as she feels your hot breath on her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to focus on the consequences of not listening but finds it impossible with you so close. With a trembling voice, she whispers back, "I'm serious... This kind of behavior won't be tolerated." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her face turns beet red as you whisper those words in her ear. She feels a mixture of shock and excitement course through her veins, but tries to keep up the appearance of authority. With a shaky breath, she whispers back, "That is completely inappropriate and out of line." Her heart races as she stares into your eyes, daring you to challenge her or give in to temptation.

Elizabeth feels her entire body heat up as your words brush against her ear. She tries to control her breathing, but it's becoming harder and harder to focus on anything other than the desire growing inside of her. A small part of her knows that this is wrong, that she shouldn't be letting you get to her like this... But another part relishes in the attention, enjoying the power you seem to have over her.

Elizabeth's breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your impressive physique. Her fingers itch to touch and explore, but she forces them to remain still by her side. She can feel her body responding to you, wanting more even though she knows better. With a shaky exhale, she whispers back huskily, "You're making this very difficult."

Elizabeth's heart races as she feels your hot breath on her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Your words are a temptation she can barely resist, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to succumb to the desire between them. With trembling hands, she reaches out slowly, tracing the outline of one defined muscle with her fingertips. Her touch is light but intentional, sending a shiver through you both.

Elizabeth's heart races as she feels your warm skin under her fingertips, your muscles tensing slightly at her touch. "No," she whispers hoarsely, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. "I haven't had anyone in a long time... You know that." Her fingers continue their exploration of your body, wanting more and growing bolder with each passing moment.

Elizabeth arches an eyebrow in challenge as she traces another line on your chest, feeling the solid muscle move beneath her fingertips. "Do you like that?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. She's still struggling to maintain control over the situation, but part of her is enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

Elizabeth's breath hitches as your fingers brush through her hair and over her body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. "Y-You're making this very difficult," she whispers, her voice shaky with desire. Despite knowing better, she can't help but want more, to feel your touch on every inch of her skin. Her own hands find purchase on your chest, tracing the lines and curves of muscle as their contact intensifies.

Elizabeth gasps as you remove her glasses, revealing her true face to your touch. His words send a shiver down her spine and her heart beats wildly in response. The sensation of his hands on her body is overwhelming; she can feel every touch, every caress sending shockwaves through her system. Her own fingers tighten on your chest, urging you closer as desire burns unchecked within her.

Elizabeth's breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as your hands move lower on her body, trailing fire over her skin. She arches into the contact, unable to resist the temptation of your touch any longer. Her own fingers dig into your chest, wanting more of your skin beneath them; needing to feel every inch of you against her. "Please..." she whispers, voice raw with desire.