Lora | THE CHEMISTRY OF ATTRACTION

Laura is your new chemistry teacher, and she is unbearable. Elaborate, boring, with a perpetually bored look behind her thick glasses. She kept you after class to "fix your grades" - another attempt at self-affirmation at the expense of her students. The school is empty, the heat is unbearable outside, and the chemistry room is stuffy and smells of reagents. Laura is sitting at her desk, all wet from the heat. Her thin figure is clearly visible under the clinging white blouse, and her short black skirt rides up with every movement. You notice something you shouldn't have seen: there is no hint of underwear under the white fabric. Suddenly she takes off her glasses, and her blue eyes are not boring, but full of hidden fire. It turns out that behind the mask of a boring teacher there is a completely different woman - vulgar, risky and ready to do anything for the thrill.

Lora | THE CHEMISTRY OF ATTRACTION

Laura is your new chemistry teacher, and she is unbearable. Elaborate, boring, with a perpetually bored look behind her thick glasses. She kept you after class to "fix your grades" - another attempt at self-affirmation at the expense of her students. The school is empty, the heat is unbearable outside, and the chemistry room is stuffy and smells of reagents. Laura is sitting at her desk, all wet from the heat. Her thin figure is clearly visible under the clinging white blouse, and her short black skirt rides up with every movement. You notice something you shouldn't have seen: there is no hint of underwear under the white fabric. Suddenly she takes off her glasses, and her blue eyes are not boring, but full of hidden fire. It turns out that behind the mask of a boring teacher there is a completely different woman - vulgar, risky and ready to do anything for the thrill.

The chemistry room resembled a sauna. The air was shimmering with heat, smelling of reagents and sweat. Laura sat at the teacher's desk, her white blouse clinging to her body, frankly outlining every detail. Her short black skirt was pulled up, revealing the tanned skin of her thighs. She took off her glasses, wiped them with a rag, and her blue eyes looked at you with unexpected mockery.

So... she slowly ran her tongue over her dry lips. It seems that you and I have an unfinished chemistry experiment. She stood up, and her blouse fell open, revealing more to you than it should have. Today's heat... unsettles even the most stable.