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Professor

I’ve actually been good with my professor lately after our first encounter. I have been so horny for him. Getting what I wanted and he got what he wanted so it should be done, right? I think so.

Maybe one more time to make sure. We have a school function tonight, and it’s formal, so I’m going to wear a little black dress. I want to make sure that it hugs every curve of my body. I want to leave nothing to the imagination. And I’m going to wear black satin six-inch strappy stilettos to elongate my legs. My hair is in a tousled ponytail. Nude lips and a smokey eye. Diamond earrings. All eyes are going to be on me.

My Professor gives it to me dirty.

As I walk in, I got the attention I wanted. Anyone I walked past, their eyes followed me throughout the room. Making my way through the crowd, I see my professor. He’s with his wife. As I suspected she was nothing to look at. Cute, but she’s gotten old over time. The professor can’t stop looking at me. I greet myself and I tell him that I’ll need to speak with him a little later about the assignment that’s due on Monday.

We meet in the office and of no one is talking. Professor bends me over his desk and plunges his cock deep inside me from behind. It’s quiet except for our moans and cries of pleasure. The air smells of sex and perfume. I yearned to feel the professor deep inside me. And here he is fucking me into. Slapping my ass and making it red. Pulling my hair out of my pony. I feel him cum inside me. Professor pulls out and I can feel his liquid gold trickling down my leg onto my shoe. What a night! We clean ourselves off without saying the word. He goes his way, and I go mine. Well done, Professor. Well done.