Miss Silvia stood, smoothing her skirt, the fabric clinging to her plush thighs, as she adjusted her glasses, still slightly fogged from the ritual's heat.
Her cheeks held a light flush, but her expression settled into composed professionalism, her auburn hair catching the morning sunlight streaming through the window.
"I'll practice the Light's guidance at home," she said, clutching her handbag, her voice steady but soft, betraying a lingering vulnerability.
Lor nodded, leaning back on his bed, his hazel eyes meeting hers, a flicker of arousal still simmering in his chest.
"Alright. If you ever need more help, feel free to come back, Miss Silvia." His tone was respectful, but a playful edge crept in, his cock twitching faintly at the memory of her breasts wrapped around him, cum streaking her face.
She paused at the door, glancing sidelong, her glasses glinting.