The Professor Sex Scenes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They think that it should be free. "Affirmative, professor." Morgan said to the professor. "I need some release from all this stress. Come here Celeste. Ride my dick," the professor said to Celeste. "Yes, professor," Celeste replied to the professor and dutifully slowly undressed as the professor love her teasing him in a strip dance. A slow beat played inside the room.

“Taking advantage of your student like this. Such a dirty whore professor, spreading your legs for me in your office, in your apartment, letting me cum inside you. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry cunt who uses her power to get fucked.” His words were harsh, degrading, and they made me even wetter. He pounded into me harder, the wet slap of his hips against mine echoing in the shower. “Say it,” he demanded, gripping my ass tightly as he railed me against the wall. “I’m a slut,” I moaned, clinging to him. “Your slut professor. I take advantage of my student because I’m a desperate whore for your cock.” Sophia and Marcus watched from the bench. Sophia’s hand was between her legs, fingers rubbi

“It’s just dinner. With your professor. Who you’ve already slept with. Totally normal.” I nearly tripped on my way out the door.

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.

The sight made me clench again. The lecture continued, but I couldn’t focus. My pussy was throbbing, leaking his earlier cum and my fresh arousal into my panties. Alexander’s hand returned under the desk, this time pushing my panties fully aside and sliding three fingers inside me, stretching me open as the professor clicked to the next slide. I came again ten minutes later, thighs shaking, gripping his wrist under the table as I tried desperately to stay quiet. When the professor announced a short break, Alexander leaned in. “Bathroom. Now.”

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

Professor Cooper’s breathing had grown heavier, one hand now openly rubbing the front of his slacks. “Pull out,” the professor ordered suddenly. “Bend her over the desk. Fuck her from behind so I can see everything.” Mia climbed off Kyle’s lap and bent over the desk, her chest pressed to the wood, ass raised. Kyle stepped behind her and slammed back inside in one thrust. Mia’s moan echoed off the bookshelves. Kyle gripped her hips and pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and obscene. Professor Cooper walked around the desk until he stood directly in front of Mia’s face. He leaned down so their eyes met.

“Lesson three: complete surrender.” He thrust deep in one long stroke, burying every inch in her tight heat. Lila cried out loud. “Fuck! It’s so deep… You’re stretching me so much, Professor.” He started pounding her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The desk shook under them. “This is what those old novels were really about. The older, powerful man claiming his young student. Feel how tight you grip me? This sweet pussy was made for your mentor’s cock.” “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Even though it’s so wrong… fuck your student harder, Professor. Please!”

The professor is very serious towards her. The girl calmed down because she seemed to feel a strange heat in her body for a moment when her hot and large palms landed on her arm. Hera seemed to want to hug the professor even though she was scared of him. She wants to know what it feels like to be trapped in his arms as if when he touches you, you can't get away. She wanted to feel what it felt like to hug his wide chest as if it were so hard. "Just show me the way on your home"

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see