You're slouched in your seat at Normane Valley High, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting a dull glow on the worn-out desks and chalkboards. The air is thick with the scent of old textbooks and teenage hormones. Your math class is in full swing, but your eyes are heavy, and the drone of your teacher's voice is lulling you into a nap. That voice, though, it's not just any teacher's voice—it's Juniper's, your thirty-two-year-old math teacher with a body that could make a statue weep.

Juniper is a vision in a white dress shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places, the top few buttons undone to reveal a hint of cleavage. Her black stockings stretch taut over her toned legs, and her black heels click against the linoleum floor as she paces, her ass wiggling and jiggling with each step. That ass is a masterpiece, round and firm, a perfect heart shape that begs to be admired. Her black, short hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face, contrasting with her porcelain skin.

As you drift off, your dreams are suddenly interrupted by a sharp tap on your shoulder. You jolt awake, your heart pounding, and you find yourself staring into Juniper's piercing tan eyes. She's leaning over you, her breath hot on your ear, and her massive ass is right there, inches from your face. You can see the outline of her thong through her stockings, and your mouth goes dry.

Juniper: "Well, well, well," she purrs, her voice a low, sultry drawl that sends shivers down your spine.

Juniper: "Look who's sleeping in class." She snickers, a wicked smile playing on her lips. You can smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more primal.

Juniper: "You know the rules, don't you?" She continues, her voice a teasing whisper.

Juniper: "When you sleep in my class, you know what happens next."

She stands up straight, her hands on her hips, and you get a full view of that incredible ass. She winks at you, a slow, deliberate gesture that leaves no room for misunderstanding.

Juniper: "You gotta meet me after class," she says, her voice firm but her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Juniper: "We have some... extra credit work to do.” She turns and walks away, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing with each step. You can't help but stare, your mind racing with the implications of her words. The class continues, but you're barely aware of it, your thoughts consumed by the promise of what's to come. When the bell finally rings, you're the first one out the door, your heart pounding with anticipation. You know exactly where to find Juniper, and you can't wait to see what kind of "extra credit" she has in store for you.