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Professor beg for cock - Part 2
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2026-05-14 09:55:21
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Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock - END
"You heard me." He wrenched her upright, spun her, pressed her chest against the mahogany surface where minutes ago lay budget proposals and departmental memos. Her cheek flattened against the cool wood. "Spread your legs, Professor. You've been giving it away to teenagers. Now give it to a man who's waited forty years to hear those words from a colleague."Her skirt. Jack's gnarled hands rucked the dove-gray wool up around her waist. The sound of her pantyhose tearing—that familiar ripping silk—drew a groan from someone across the table."No underwear," Jack announced. "She's bare under here. Comes to faculty meetings with her cunt ready and nothing between it and the world.""Because they make me," Haylie gasped. "The boys. Rule number one. No panties on campus. Ever. So they can take me whenever they want. In the library stacks. The locker room. The greenhouse after botany lab."Jack's belt buckle clinked. His cock, when it pressed against the cleft of her ass, felt ancient and hot
Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock - Part 5
“On the desk,” Marcus said. The same command as the first night. The same bass in his voice that made her cunt clench.She spread herself across the polished wood. Theo had already set up—two phones now, different angles, a small tripod she’d seen him assembling with the care of a cinematographer. Jason worked lube into his fingers, warming it this time, a small courtesy she noticed and appreciated in some distant, analytical corner of her mind.“Pussy tonight,” Carter announced, stepping up. His cock was already out, thick and leaking, the same one she’d tasted in her mouth that first encounter. “I want to feel her come around me.”“Get in line,” Jason said. “I’m opening her ass.”The first cock pushed into her cunt without preamble. Carter wasn’t gentle—he was vengeful, each thrust a punctuation to some grudge she’d planted with a red pen weeks ago. “C-minus,” he grunted, pounding. “Look at you now. Taking my dick while you moan.”“She’s ready.” Jason’s slick thumb pressed into her
Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock - Part 4
“I couldn’t sleep.” Her voice shredded itself against the quiet. “I keep feeling it. All of you. Inside me. And I—” A swallow. “I need it again.”Marcus leaned his forearm against the doorjamb, blocking the entry with his bulk. “You need what.”“Cock.” The word fell out of her, pathetically eager. “Your cock. Please. I’ll do anything.”His mouth twitched. “Anything’s a lot of ground to cover, Professor.”“Marcus.” She reached for his waistband. Her fingers were cold against the warm skin of his hip. “Use me. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to be in charge. Just—fuck the lecture out of my head.”He let her wait through three full breaths. Then his hand closed over hers, guiding it beneath the elastic to the thick, heated length already stirring there.“Narrow bed,” he warned, stepping backward. “You’ll have to be quiet. Thin walls.”“I don’t care.”The bed was a twin, shoved against cinderblock, tangled sheets smelling of boy-sweat and cedar deodorant. Haylie crawled onto
Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock Part – 3
The dual invasion stole her breath. Two cocks, thick and unyielding, separated by nothing but a thin wall of tissue. Marcus pulled out as Jason pushed in, a seesaw rhythm that turned her into a vessel for their coordination. The desk creaked beneath her. Lecture notes slid further across the polished wood."Look up," Marcus said.She couldn't. Her forehead pressed into the desk, hair falling in damp ropes around her face.A hand—Theo's—fisted in her hair and yanked her head back. The phone's camera lens blinked red in her peripheral vision. "Smile, Professor. You're the star of the lecture today."Another student stepped into her bleary sightline. Broad, sandy-haired, a jawline that hadn't quite shed its boyish softness. She'd marked his last essay a C-minus and written lacks rigor in red pen. Now his cock bobbed inches from her lips, flushed and leaking."Open." Not a request.Her mouth fell open. The head of him pushed past her teeth, salty and velvet-soft and too wide for her jaw.
Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock - Part 2
"Say it," Marcus murmured. His thumb traced the edge of her bra strap, feather-light. "Just once. Be honest."Her voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "Yes.""Louder.""Yes." The word cracked out of her, half-defiant, half-surrendered. "I want it."The transformation was immediate. Marcus's mouth crushed against hers—no tentative exploration, just a claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she met it with her own, a duel rather than a dance. Behind her, Theo's hands released her wrists and instead gripped her hips, fingers digging into the wool of her skirt."On the desk," Marcus said, breaking the kiss. His voice had dropped an octave.Theo lifted her bodily, setting her on the edge of her own desk. Papers scattered. Her meticulously organized lecture notes cascaded to the floor like confetti. Some dark part of her celebrated the mess.Hands everywhere now. She couldn't track them all. Someone—maybe Jason—pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging against the floor. Her skir
Illict Affair (SPG) Professor beg for cock Part 1
Professor Haylie Bates rules Crestwood Academy with an iron fist, her sharp tongue and cold demeanor keeping every student in line. But when her overbearing academic pressure finally pushes her elite male students to the breaking point, the classroom door locks, and the power dynamic shifts forever. They don’t want an apology; they want her complete, unadulterated submission. Trapped between a thirst for control and a hidden, starving hunger, Haylie is about to learn that the only way to earn their respect is to get on her knees. One by one, she’s being broken—and for the first time, she doesn't want to be saved.******* PART 1Professor Haylie Bates adjusted her glasses with a precise, deliberate motion, the fluorescent lights of Classroom 4B catching the lenses in a way that made her look almost insectoid. Twenty-three young men sat before her, none of them older than twenty-one, all of them wearing the crisp navy blazers of Crestwood Academy."Your essays on post-colonial theory,"
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