Jenna strutted across the room in her tight PVC skirt, white shirt clinging to her bare chest, no bra, no panties — just laced stockings and stilettos. She was giving her class a hands-on lesson in sex education, showing the importance of “safe sex” while casually handling a life-like dildo, her voice sweet and teasing. One of her students couldn't focus — not on the lesson, anyway. Not with her body on full display, not with the way she bent over the desk, smirking like she knew exactly what she was doing. When Jenna dismissed the class she thought she'd have a moment to clean up. But minutes later, one of her students was back. He came up behind her, hand over her mouth. He tape-bound her to the chair — ankles first, then wrists behind her back — and gagged her gently, watching her eyes widen in anticipation. Her shirt was already half undone, so he finished the job, pulling her breasts free and kissing them, licking, sucking, taking his time as she moaned around the gag. Then came the wand. No warm-up, just full power — right against her soaked pussy. Her whole body jolted, and she couldn't stop moaning, drool slipping past the gag as wave after wave of pleasure took over. And he still wasn't done. He untied her just long enough to lay her on the desk, legs spread wide and frog-tied. One toy after another — each one bigger than the last. She gasped, arched, trembled, dripping wet and overwhelmed with pleasure. And the best part? She loved every second of it. By the end, Jenna was wrecked — used, trembling, and completely satisfied. The lesson may have been over, but class was far from done.