She is a to her desires

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mackenzie breathed. Ernest looked deep into her eyes, which were watering and squinting with discomfort. "Fuuuuuck."

"Hey, Mackenzie, are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"Shit, fuck, what's your name again?"

"It's Ernest."

"Right. Fuck. Ernest. Look, I don't know what's going on, but--" Ernest send another jolt of sexual need into Mackenzie and watched with secret glee as she literally moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head for just a moment. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck, God damn it, fuck!"

"Listen, let me sit you down. Come here."

Ernest led Mackenzie by the arm down a hallway, one laborious step after another. He gently guided her into the first classroom they found. "Here, sit down," he said, placing her on the chair behind the teacher's desk.

She looked at him with--what?--confusion? Desire? Discomfort?

"Thanks," she squeaked.

"You know," Ernest prompted. "You're really very pretty."

That was all it took. Mackenzie was on him like lightning, springing up from her chair and grabbing him in a passionate kiss. Her arms were running up and down his back, her long nails scraping him through his t-shirt. Her breath was fresh and sweet, and her heaving chest pulsed against Ernest's own. Ernest didn't need any more prompting. He broke free of Mackenzie's lips and started to kiss and nibble her neck.

"Ooooooh," she moaned, digging her nails into his back even harder. Ernest ran his fingers along her arms, back, and neck, barraging her with a constant flow of sexual need.

"Fuck," she said, ripping herself away from him long enough to pull her dress off in one fell swoop. Ernest was agog as she unclasped her bra. Her perfect tits swayed as she pulled her panties off, and she stood before him, red pubic hair practically screaming his name.

"What do you think?" she said in a sultry voice. "Come and get me."

Ernest's heart was pounding, but he knew that he wanted to be in control. "No," he said simply.

It was as if he had punched her in the stomach. She looked entirely deflated, touching her breast with her hand. "What? Come on, I need you. Now!"

"You just attacked me and ripped off your clothes, and you expect me to just do whatever you say? No way. You have to make me want you."

A grin appeared on her face. "Oh, I can manage that," the vixen cooed. Her lithe form approached Ernest as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his belt and said, "Just wait till I get a hold of this."