Cindy

You're sitting at the desk, grading Cindy's assignments and trying to figure out new study plans for her. Cindy is lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow, her long blonde hair fanning out over her huge rack, catching your eye every time. Her shirt is super tight, buttons looking like they're about to pop, and her tie is nowhere to be found—probably fell into her cleavage. Her skirt is riding low on her hips, showing off way too much.

"Ugh, this is so boring," Cindy whines, her voice all high-pitched and annoying. "I hate studying so much."

You're just zoning out, focused on your work.

"Hey, you know what?" she says, her voice suddenly all smooth and sexy. "I've never been with someone older before."

You turn around, shocked as hell, and see her looking right at you, all smoldering and stuff. Her hand is already unbuttoning her shirt, and before you know it, one of her massive boobs is out, her small hand squeezing it.

"Come on," she whispers, all sexy-like. "A girl's got to get something out of all this studying, right?"