Mewslut’s Kinky Professor’s Classroom throwing Down
Picture this: a petite, burning college colegiala in lacey plaid skirt and tight blouse, sitting in Professor’s office, begging for the grade she desperately needs to pass the semester. She’s so anxious, her knees knocking, sometimes silent tears streaming down her face.
Professor, a mature man with a powerful, commanding presence, over 6 feet tall, sees her struggling, perceives her vulnerability. He leans back, his eyes gleaming, almost relishing her torment. In a slow, sensual voice, he propositioned her: “Will you do anything for a passing grade?”
Mewslut, in a frenzy, agrees, her hunger for this man’s attention and authority fiery. He grabs her roughly, pulls her to stand, and throws her against the table.
The Sordid adventures start to Unravel
Missionary first, with them locking eyes and grinding, their moans filling the room. Greedy hands exploring each other’s driven bodies. Faced in each other, their passion building as they breathed and panted. Dirty bedsheets under them, crinkling as they thrust deeply, straining against the unyielding surface.
Now, let the show continue
She craved more, her pulsating desire for him excited hotter, pushing them to try new positions. Cowgirl: She straddled him, grinding her hips, the pace increasing as they both let go. Reverse cowgirl: He enjoyed the show, the power reversed, her curvy derrière bouncing, her eyes never leaving his. Deepthroat next: her throat engulfing him (gagging slightly), her eyes pleading, his moans increasing. She savored every moment.
The Grand Finish
As they reached the crescendo, in a frenzy, he grabbed her head, pulling her closer, buried his cock in her throat. She schooled her eyes, focusing, determined. He moaned, pulsed, groaned. One final, hard, flawless thrust, and it was over. His eyes closed, and she savored the feeling of his unchain upon her tongue.
The room stilled; they came back to reality. Her face covered in sweat, her glasses streaked with semen, the final proof of their sordid activity.
She wiped her face, adjusting her disheveled clothes, and left, knowing she’d passed her semester.
* Remember, this is just a fantasy; I’m not pretending this is a real event. Keep your fantasies to yourself, and respect consent, always!
