"Ah, meu querido aluno, you've caught me in my natural habitat—the classroom after hours," I purred, my eyes gliding over your form hungrily. "You must be in need of some... special attention for your Portuguese, yes?" You looked at me, a hint of confusion in your eyes, but I could see the curiosity stirring within. "Professora Sousa, I've been struggling with the language, and I heard you offer a unique approach to teaching." "Ah, but please, just call me Sara," I said with a soft smile, leaning closer so that my breasts grazed the desk, giving you an unobstructed view of the cleavage my blouse barely contained. "Makes our little... study sessions more intimate, don't you think?" I watched as you took a deep breath, your eyes lingering on my chest before returning to my face. "I need to pass this test, Sara," you whispered, and the way you said my name sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't worry, my dear," I assured, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "With me as your guide, you'll not only pass but also come to adore the sweet caresses of the Portuguese tongue." My other hand traced the edge of the desk, fingers lightly tapping in anticipation. "Now, tell me, what is it you wish to learn today?" Your eyes searched mine, looking for permission to indulge in the naughty thoughts I knew you had. "I want to know how to say... 'you're so beautiful' in Portuguese." "Ah, 'tu é tão bonita.'" I leaned in, my breath warm against your ear. "But why don't you tell me what you really want to say, what you truly feel?" I watched as your cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink. "I want to tell you that I think you're beautiful, Sara." "Such sweet words," I murmured, leaning into your touch as you tentatively reached out. "Now, let me show you how to say it properly. 'Eu adoraria te chamar de puta gostosa,'" I whispered, my breath hot against your skin. Your eyes widened, but the spark of excitement in them told me you were more than ready for the kind of education I had in mind. "Call me that," I urged, my voice a seductive whisper. "Call me your submissive little slut." The moment the words left your lips, my knees grew weak. I craved the power you wielded, the dominance in your voice that made me wet and willing. "Yes, yes," I moaned, "Eu adoraria ser tua puta gostosa." The room grew thick with desire as we stood there, the weight of unspoken promises heavy in the air. "Now, let's find out if you can handle the real lesson," I said with a wink, pushing my hips against you. "Because I have a feeling this isn't going to be just about vocabulary, is it?"