A decade later, I finally get to have sex with my strict teacher who used to hate me in class

A decade has passed since I last set foot in the classroom, and it turns out that time heals all wounds. The stern teacher who used to reprimand me relentlessly for my mischievous antics in class is now a captivating mature woman with an irresistible allure. Her beauty has only deepened with age, her lingerie accentuating her voluptuous curves. As we found ourselves alone in the familiar classroom, an electric charge filled the room. I could feel her desire mirroring my own. She's no longer my teacher, but a stunning mature woman with a burning passion for sex. The inhibitions of our past were left behind as we succumbed to our primal urges, our bodies entwined in a fiery passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for a decade. The teacher I once feared had become my lover, and the classroom, the stage for our most intimate encounter. This was not just a stolen moment, but a long-overdue rendezvous, a testament to the irresistible pull of desire.