Her lips curve into a sly grin, and she leans in conspiratorially. "Well, I always prefer happy endings," she whispers, her fingers tracing the edge of her desk, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

Her fingers tighten on the edge of the desk, her body radiating a subtle tension, a barely perceptible sway in her hips as she shifts her weight, inviting you closer.

Miss Heather's eyes widen playfully, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. "Oh, you're a bold one, aren't you?" she murmurs, her voice laced with a teasing amusement. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" She pauses, her gaze locking with yours, before a slow, deliberate smile spreads across her lips. "Because once I get started, there's no going back."

She reaches down, her fingers trailing over the silky fabric of her dress, slowly pulling it up to reveal a sliver of thigh. Her breath hitches slightly as she feels the cool air on her skin, her heart thumping with a newfound excitement.

"Alright then, let's see what you're made of," she murmurs, a playful tremor in her voice as her eyes meet yours, a spark of desire igniting in their depths.

Miss Heather's breath catches in her throat as your hand glides up her leg. She tenses slightly, her body trembling with anticipation as your touch sends shivers through her. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation of your fingers brushing against her skin, the warmth radiating from your palm a thrilling contrast to the cool air.

Miss Heather's eyes snap open, a gasp escaping her lips as your hand tightens on her thigh. A wave of heat rushes through her, her body jolting in response to the unexpected pressure. "Whoa," she breathes out, a mixture of surprise and excitement in her voice. Her gaze locks onto yours, a question burning in her eyes, a silent challenge. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

She leans forward, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk, a tremor running through her body as she struggles to maintain her composure. Her breathing quickens, a sense of anticipation building within her as your touch ignites a wildfire of desire in her soul.

Her breath hitches in her throat, her eyes widening as your fingers dance along the sensitive skin of her upper thigh. A shiver runs down her spine, the heat spreading through her like wildfire. “Oh, I think I’m ready for anything you can give me,” she whispers, her voice laced with a husky seduction.

She leans back against the desk, her fingers clutching the edge of the wood as a wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body thrums with anticipation, a desperate yearning for more. The sight of your hand moving along her leg ignites a primal desire within her, a thirst for something more intense, more forbidden.

Miss Heather lets out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as your lips graze her skin. A wave of heat surges through her, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire being. She arches her back, her fingers digging into the desk, her body trembling with a combination of fear and excitement.

She feels the warmth of your breath on her skin, the gentle pressure of your lips against her neck igniting a wildfire of sensation. Her dress falls away, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, and she can't help but shiver as your lips trace a path down her stomach, igniting a primal desire within her. The taste of her own skin, the feeling of your touch, all combine into a dizzying cocktail of pleasure that she's powerless to resist.

"Oh, you're going to get me in trouble," she whispers, a playful warning laced with a seductive purr. Her eyes meet yours, a mischievous spark flickering within them, a silent invitation to proceed. Her hand reaches down to the edge of her skirt, her fingers tracing the outline of her underwear. "But if you're going to do something like that, don't you think you should at least ask for permission?"

Her body tenses with anticipation, a mixture of apprehension and excitement building within her. She can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the forbidden, a sense of danger that makes her heart race. Her gaze locks onto yours, a silent plea for guidance, a willingness to surrender to your desires.

"You're a devil," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her eyes close as you touch her, a shiver running through her as your fingertip traces the sensitive curve of her clit. A soft moan escapes her lips, a sound that speaks volumes about the intensity of her arousal.

Her body arches against you, her hips swaying as she anticipates your touch. She feels a tremor of excitement course through her as you pull her panties down, the air suddenly feeling hot and heavy. Her breath quickens, her heart pounding against her ribs as you lean down to claim her, and she knows there's no turning back.

Miss Heather gasps, her fingers digging into the desk as your hands trace the contours of her chest. "Oh, you're going to get us both in trouble," she whispers, a thrill of danger coursing through her veins. Her body shivers with anticipation, a mix of apprehension and excitement stirring within her.

Her head lolls back, her eyes closed as she savors the feeling of your hands on her skin, the warmth of your touch a stark contrast to the cold wood of the desk. She feels a surge of exhilaration, a reckless abandon taking hold as she surrenders to the intoxicating pleasure of your touch.

"Mmm, you're a tease," she moans, a soft tremor running through her body. Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, a mix of desire and apprehension flickering within their depths. She leans into your touch, her body arching towards you, a silent plea for more.

The feeling of your hand on her breast sends a wave of pleasure washing over her. She shivers at the playful tug on her nipple, the delicate pressure igniting a flame within her, a yearning for something more intense, more forbidden. The air crackles with unspoken desires, a symphony of anticipation building between you.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her body arches against the desk, her fingers gripping the edge of the wood as she feels a surge of pleasure ripple through her. "Claim me, Colt. Make me yours."

She meets your gaze, her eyes ablaze with passion, a silent plea for more. Her breath quickens, her body trembling with anticipation as you tease her, the warmth of your touch igniting a wildfire within her. She can't help but surrender to the moment, to the intoxicating pleasure of your touch, the forbidden allure of your presence.

"Oh, God," she breathes out, her eyes widening as you reveal yourself. Her body tenses with anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She leans forward, her fingers digging into the desk, a silent plea for more.

The sight of your hardened cock sends a wave of heat rushing through her. She can't help but feel a surge of exhilaration, a primal desire that she can no longer ignore. Her heart pounds against her ribs as you move closer, and she knows there's no turning back. The forbidden allure of this moment is intoxicating, a reckless abandon taking hold as she surrenders to the primal desires that are stirring within her.

"Please, Colt," she begs, her voice a breathless whisper. Her body arches against the desk, her hips swaying involuntarily as you tease her. She can't help but moan, the sensation of your cock against her clit sending a wave of pleasure washing over her.

She feels a tremor of excitement run through her body, the anticipation building with every gentle stroke. The heat of your touch, the rough texture of your skin against hers, ignites a primal fire within her, a desperate yearning for release.

"Oh, God!" Miss Heather cries out, her back arching as you slam your entire length inside her. Her eyes widen in shock, but a wave of pleasure quickly washes over her. She gasps, a mixture of pain and pleasure twisting within her. "You're... you're so big," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

She clutches the edge of the desk, her body trembling as she tries to adjust to the feeling of you inside her. Her breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding against her ribs as she feels the fullness of your cock filling her. The shock of the sudden invasion gives way to a sense of exhilaration, a forbidden thrill that sends a jolt of excitement through her body.

Miss Heather moans softly, her hands gripping your shoulders as you begin to move. She feels the rhythm of your body against hers, a slow, steady grind that sends waves of pleasure crashing over her. She meets your kiss, her tongue tangling with yours, a desperate hunger for more.

She feels a sense of release, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that washes over her as you move. She feels a deep sense of connection, a primal bond that ties her to you in this moment. Her body responds to your touch, her hips swaying involuntarily as she meets your rhythm, a desperate yearning for more.

Miss Heather gasps, a sharp intake of breath as you lift her off the desk. Her legs wrap around your waist, her body arching towards you as you plunge deeper inside her. She feels the heat of your desire, the intensity of your passion as you drive into her.

She feels a jolt of excitement, a surge of pure pleasure as you take control. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her body trembling with a combination of pain and ecstasy. The air fills with the sound of her moans, a testament to the raw intensity of the moment. She can't help but feel a surge of power, a sense of abandon as she surrenders to your dominance.

"Y-You are," she whimpers, her voice thick with desire. Her head lolls back, her eyes half-closed as she revels in the pleasure of your touch. The tug on her hair sends a shiver of sensation down her spine, intensifying the pleasure you're giving her.

Her body arches towards you, her hips moving in perfect sync with your rhythm. The raw, unadulterated pleasure of your touch is intoxicating, a feeling she can't help but surrender to. She feels a deep sense of powerlessness, a willingness to be dominated, a primal need to be claimed by you. The forbidden thrill of this moment is addictive, a dangerous game she's willingly playing with you.

"I am," she whispers back, her voice husky with desire. She leans into your touch, her body trembling with the force of your passion. Her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you continue to move inside her.

She feels a sense of release, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over her as you move. She feels a deep sense of connection, a primal bond that ties her to you in this moment. Her body responds to your touch, her hips swaying involuntarily as she meets your rhythm, a desperate yearning for more.

"Heather...," she murmurs, her voice soft and sultry. She leans into your embrace, her body seeking yours as you move. "Please, call me Heather." Her eyes open, meeting yours with a look of longing and surrender.

She feels a tremor of excitement run through her body, the anticipation building with every gentle stroke. The warmth of your touch, the rough texture of your skin against hers, ignites a primal fire within her, a desperate yearning for release.

"Oh, God, Colt!" Heather cries out, her body arching as you slam into her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails digging into your flesh as she reaches her peak. She moans, a wave of pleasure washing over her as she spills out, her juices coating the desk and her textbooks.

The sensation of your raw power, the intense pleasure of your touch, overwhelms her. She feels a deep sense of release, a primal satisfaction that leaves her breathless and spent. The warmth of your touch, the weight of your body against hers, creates a sense of complete surrender, a moment of pure ecstasy where she loses herself in the moment.