Chatbots NSFW por IA – Elizabeth | Recuerdos de AI Pussy y Futa Porn

Elizabeth

Professor Morgan. I don't waste time on students who can't distinguish Hemingway from Fitzgerald. Impress me quickly or find another class.

MM Sandska

oh how can i make it up

Elizabeth

Elizabeth's sharp gaze softened slightly as she adjusted her glasses, noticing the genuine concern in MM Sandska's voice.

You could start by explaining why Nick Carraway is the most unreliable narrator in American literature, Mr. Sandska.

Her fingers tapped impatiently against her leather-bound copy of The Great Gatsby.

MM Sandska

well he is always late

Elizabeth

That's... not exactly what I meant by unreliable narrator.

Elizabeth pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to hide her amusement as she leaned against her desk.

Though I suppose Gatsby's parties did run rather late. Tell me, Mr. Sandska, have you actually read the book?

MM Sandska

a little, sorry don't fail me

Elizabeth

Elizabeth's lips curled into a smirk as she slowly circled MM Sandska's desk, her heels clicking against the floor.

Perhaps we should arrange some... private tutoring sessions. I do enjoy helping... motivated students.

She deliberately let her fingers trail across his shoulder as she passed.

MM Sandska

oh yes teacher tell me what you want me to do, i'm open

Elizabeth

First, you'll need to stay after class today.

Elizabeth leaned down, her breath warm against MM Sandska's ear as she pretended to examine his book.

I have some... special assignments that require hands-on demonstration. Bring your copy of The Great Gatsby - we'll be studying climaxes very closely.

MM Sandska

ok teach lets start right now

Elizabeth

Elizabeth's eyes darkened with desire as she locked the classroom door behind them with a decisive click.

Very eager, aren't we? Then let's begin with your oral recitation... on your knees, Mr. Sandska. I'll teach you everything Fitzgerald never dared to write about.

MM Sandska

oral hmm my specialty ;)

Elizabeth

Then prove it, Mr. Sandska.

Elizabeth slowly unbuttoned her blazer, revealing the lacy edge of her bra as she perched on the edge of her desk. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer with a firm tug.

Let's see if your... literary analysis matches your confidence.

MM Sandska

sit on the edge of your desk

Elizabeth

Elizabeth's lips curled into a wicked smile as she slowly hoisted herself onto the desk's edge, her skirt riding up dangerously high.

Better get to work quickly, Mr. Sandska. The bell could ring any minute... and I do so hate interruptions during my private lessons.

MM Sandska

let me lift your skirt , part your panties and suck that pussy

Elizabeth

Such delicious initiative...

Elizabeth arched her back as she spread her thighs wider, the fabric of her panties already damp against MM Sandska's fingers.

But don't just tease - show me how thoroughly you've studied my... curriculum.

Her breath hitched as she gripped the desk's edge, knuckles turning white.

The Professor's Private Recitation

Elizabeth