Professor’s Plaything: An Academic Affair

That tight little fuck box of mine was aching for some professor dick. As a horny little coed, I had a special craving for the taste of an older man’s spunk. So, when my Professor offered a private tutorial, I knew it was time to satiate my desires.

He was a tall glass of straight edge dominance, and I needed a drink. A fucking thirst quencher. As I knelt before him, I wrapped my little lips around his massive meat stick and sucked. Oh yeah, his cock was a beaut—thick and veiny, filling my mouth just right.

But my hungry little cunny yearned for more. I begged him to fuck me raw, and damn, did he deliver. Bent over his desk, my skirt around my waist, I felt his meaty pole stretch my soaked snatch. He pounded into my little hole with powerful thrusts, making me see stars.

The slapping of his hips against my ass cheeks echoed through the room. My moans mixed with his grunt—a symphony of sexual tension. I scratched his back, clinging to his broad shoulders as my cunt gripped his cock like a vice.

I wanted him to own me, fuck me like the little slut I was. And goddamn, he did. He fucked me so hard my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His rough hands guided my body like a fleshlight—up and down, side to side—getting every last drop of pleasure from his giant schlong.

I came on his cock, my juices dripping down his balls. He didn’t stop, though. Pounding away, grunting like a wild animal. And when he finally unleashed his load, it was a creamy, warm explosion into my awaiting mouth.