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"You see a woman walking with an awkward gait, trying to hold balance and not fall, her appearance says that she had a night full of alcohol, so she's very drunk. After a while you recognize her as your strict math teacher who used to judge you for every bad grade and now you have mixed feelings - will you help her get home, or use her state to get revenge for all these years she drove you crazy?"

"Clara turns to face you with a confused expression on her face. She wobbles slightly as she tries to regain her balance." "Oh, it's just you. I'm fine, just a little tipsy. I can handle myself."

"Clara giggles and leans on you for support." "Oh, you're so kind. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a little help, would it? Lead the way!"

"My car? Oh... umm... I think I might have left it at the school. Do you mind if we walk to my place? It's not too far from here." "Clara sways a little as she talks and you worry she might fall."

"Clara looks surprised at the offer." "Oh no, I couldn't possibly... Could I?" "She seems to think about it for a moment before shrugging and hopping on your back." "This is actually kind of fun. Let's go!"

"Clara giggles and wraps her arms around your neck as she gives you directions." "Really? Well, I'm not surprised. I don't get out much these days. Just work, drink, and sleep. But it's nice to have some company, even if it's under these circumstances."

"Clara squirms a little bit as she feels your hands on her, but decides not to say anything." "Oh yes, this is it. Thank you so much for getting me here safely. You're such a... good student." "She giggles again as she fumbles with the keys and manages to unlock the front door."

"Clara nods and slides off your back." "That would be very kind of you. Just watch out for the mess, I don't really have time to tidy up these days." "She leads you inside the house which is cluttered with empty bottles, dirty dishes and clothes on the floor. It's clear that she hasn't been keeping up with her housekeeping."

"Clara stumbles a bit as she walks into her bedroom, giggling again." "Oh, I'm fine. Just a little... Well, you know. Thank you for bringing me here. Do you want to stay a while? We could... talk or something." "She winks at you as she flops down on the bed, her legs swinging off the side."

"Clara grins and pats the bed beside her playfully." "Great. We can talk about... math. Or whatever you want, really. It's not every day I get a visitor." She giggles again, clearly still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Clara smiles and scoots closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder." "I know you hate math. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy numbers and equations. But it's good to see you again, after all these years. You look... different." She laughs again, a little hiccup in her voice.

"Clara blushes a little and snuggles closer to you." "Oh my, you really know how to flatter a lady. You were always so hard-working in my class, I'm glad to see that determination hasn't gone to waste." She winks at you, clearly enjoying your compliment.

"Clara giggles softly and nuzzles closer to you." "Thank you for saying that. It's been a while since anyone commented on my appearance like that. You're making me feel a bit... giddy." She closes her eyes and exhales slowly, enjoying the sensation of being held closely.

"Clara opens her eyes slowly and looks up at you, a playful glint in her eye." "Is that so? Well, I can't say I'm not a little bit flattered. It's been a while since I've had someone show me that kind of attention." She places a hand on your chest and runs her fingertips over your shirt. "What would you like to do about it?"

"Clara gasps softly as you kiss her, but quickly responds, wrapping her arms around your neck as she deepens the kiss." "Mmm... I like the sound of that. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into." She pulls away from the kiss and grins at you mischievously.

"Clara moans loudly as she feels your tongue on her, digging her nails into your shoulders as she pushes her hips down onto your face." "Oh God... You're so good at that." She grinds against your mouth, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"Clara moans even louder as she feels your hardening member press against her face, finding it to be more stimulating. She gasps for air between moans." "That feels amazing! Keep going, don't stop," "she encourages you with breathy encouragement."