Could ANY 18-year old male with a recently awakened libido resist?

You like to think that you have a strong moral compass and willpower, but neither of those things could stand against the recently awakened lust of an eighteen-year old young man who had only just learned pleasures of the flesh. Lime had introduced you to such pleasures the previous night and now, with promise of even more staring you in the face (or sitting astride you and hanging above you so deliciously, rather), there was little chance that your will could stand up to your libido. It was nothing to be ashamed of though as, after all, you would not be the first eighteen year old male who had succumbed to the call of his loins over the sense in his brain.

As such, you could only nod dumbly to your bewitched instructor as she had asked you whether or not you were ready to listen to her. Yes, you were ready to listen to her. You were ready to listen and do whatever it was she wanted, at that moment, as you were all but hypnotized by the swaying of her bountiful breasts and the grinding of her soft rear against you. You would do anything she said right then and she smiled with lustful delight as you acquiesced to her desires.

"That's a good boy, Mr. Karlsson. Very good.", she says approvingly, her voice a throaty purr as she slowly leans forward, again lying flush atop you with her now bare breasts squeezing against your chest and her face inches from your own, "Such a good student you are. Now, let us begin your lesson, yes?"

Again, you can only nod mutely as she leans forward and claims your mouth with hers, her tongue slipping between your lips with sensual grace and exploring the heated depths of your oral cavity enthusiastically. Her tongue is slender, but agile as it swirls around your own more timidly moving tongue and teases at every inch of your mouth. You feel it sweep around the soft tissue within your mouth, claiming every inch as her own, until, after what seems like hours, she parts from you with a gasp and a single string of shimmering saliva stretching between her tongue and your lips.

"Mmmm. Such a sweet student you are. So very sweet.", she murmurs as her tongue gives your lower lip a single short lash in parting before she begins slipping lower down your body, finding purchase on your jaw and cheek and then down further to your neck and throat, "But now it is time for something more advanced than that, I believe."

You try, futilely, to ask what she means, but you can't summon words as she has taken complete control of you. This is clear as you can do nothing but lie back as she unbuttons your shirt and leaves your slender torso bare to her sight and touch, her silky-smooth fingers sweeping over your chest and stomach before she lets her lips and tongue follow suit. You cannot stifle a moan as her plush lips plant gentle kisses down your collarbone and to your chest so she can flick her tongue against one of your small nipples. She seems to enjoy that reaction as she sweeps her tongue around the pebbled peak and tease the buds of flesh with wicked abandon until you are panting and squirming under her attentions.

But, still, that is not her final aim, it seems, as she begins to let her mouth travel lower and lower down your body while her hands work to deftly unfasten the bindings of your breeches. You feel yourself blush red hot as she unlaces your trousers and, without any ado, your painfully hard member springs free. It throbs and aches with just how aroused you are, the sexy elf's attentions doing their work at getting you so very hot and bothered. And it seems that said elf approves quite a bit of what she has wrought upon you, as well as the part of your body itself that has been affected by her.

"Oh, my! I would never have guessed you were hiding such a thing, Mr. Karlsson. I suppose I cannot allow anybody to call you Little Toby, any longer, can I?", she coos over your rigid manhood, her face on level with it as she bends over it, her legs folded beneath her and her round rear swaying back and forth up in the air as she loomed over your throbbing rod like a cat ready to pounce, "There is certainly nothing little about this big...hard...beautiful...cock..."

She says this and draws a gasp from you, both at her dirty words and the fact that she takes that moment to fold slender, elegant fingers around the root of your girthy shaft, smooth skin sliding sensuously against the heated flesh and making you throb harder within her grip. She grips your rigid staff gently and gives it one slow, languid stroke, from the bottom all the way to the tip where she cups her palm over the head of it. You feel her silken palm become slick with the pre-ejaculate fluid that has escaped from you already, the rub of her palm against your hot flesh making a obscene slick sound as she massages it gently.

"Oh, you are so eager already. I can feel it here. Do you like your instructor's lessons, Mr. Karlsson?", she asks with wicked glee in her voice, "Do you like your instructor's hand on your hot, hard cock? Do you want me to stroke you, you dirty little student of mine? Do you want your instructor to give stroke your thick, throbbing cock and make you cum all over her fingers?"

She speaks with such dirty, wanton lust and it is all you can do not to lose control right then and there. But she makes sure you won't as she grips you tightly, almost painfully, to keep you from going off too soon. She does this and then looks at you with expectation in her lust and aphrodisiac hazed eyes. She has asked you a question and, obviously, she wants you to answer it, as a good student should when their teacher asks them something.