Redhead teacher's authoritarian style continues in college, and I remember it well

In my freshman year of college, I found myself struggling with my studies. One day, I approached my redhead teacher for help. Little did I know, this would mark the beginning of a wild encounter that would leave an everlasting impression on me. She invited me to her home, promising to give me a lesson I wouldn't forget. What followed was a passionate exchange of pleasure, with her expertly exploring my desires. Her fiery red hair and insatiable appetite for pleasure made her a ginger milf to remember. Years have passed, but the memory of her authoritarian style in bed lingers. I often find myself reminiscing about that fateful night, where she showed me the true meaning of cheating - not in academics, but in the realm of pleasure.