The teacher sat the student down on a chair and fucked her intensely. She placed her on a wooden school chair—no armrests, her spine kept straight against the backrest. The teacher sat on the floor between her knees, locking her in place by resting both hands firmly on her thighs. "Stay still. Don't move." She thought: *Time is short; I don't know when the next bell will ring—need to finish this quickly.* He unzipped his pants—his semi-erect shaft emerged, with a warm, pink tip; it was thick and curved slightly to the right. She took it into her mouth—slow, wet, *schhk-schhk* sounds, saliva dripping down along the base. "Uhh—" her head hit the backrest. He thought: *What if someone walks in? The door isn't locked—wait, just a minute...* Then, he pushed her back into the chair and climbed onto her lap—untieing the drawstring of her *salwar* and pushing her underwear to the side. He positioned his shaft and slowly sank down onto it—full and deep. "Ahh—" they both moaned in unison. The chair creaked—hips rolling and bouncing, a rhythmic *thap-thap* as her buttocks hit the seat cushion; her breasts swayed beneath her *kurta*. She thought: *Fuck, it’s so deep—this feels amazing. His breathing tickles my neck.* The pace quickened—hard and fast—with audible, squelching sounds and a tight, wet grip. His hands dug into her waist, his nails pressing deep. "I'm—" the student’s voice cracked as the chair shook. He climaxed—releasing inside with warm pulses; his shaft twitched, and her pussy squeezed, drawing every last drop out. He thought: *He’s finished—shit, it’s all over the chair! What if someone sees?* She stood up and adjusted her *salwar*, draping her *dupatta* over her shoulder. She then pushed the chair back under the desk.