The Professor Sex Scenes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

"Oh god, Professor. Your eating my bushy cunt so good. Don't stopp.....fuck me with that tongue." The vibrations made my clit throb. Holding me apart, he licked from my untouched asshole up to my pulsing clit. "You taste like a dirty tramp." He mumbles against my folds. "All this dirty hair framing your red pussy. I could eat your bushy snatch all day." I tangled my fingers in his hair, mashing his face with my pussy. "Yes, ruin it. Suck my pussy, you married fucker." My tits heaved behind my blouse. Eyes meeting the slightly open door, my pussy contracts leaking more at the thought of being caught with Professor's Kai's tongue buried in my cunt.

Julianna It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have allowed him… hmmmn. My legs rested on his shoulders. He was on his knees as he had his mouth doing something unholy to my womanhood. “Come on baby girl, milk for your professor.” My body shook at his inappropriate remarks, and though I should be blushing, my cheeks were flushed with red. This wasn’t the idea, neither was it the proper student relationship I should be having with Professor Grey. This was wrong in so many senses, but clearly he was having my senses, including every cell in my body combusting into flames.

Leo is downstairs and dressed in his usual leather jacket style, you would think twenty two years old man won’t want anything to do with his fifteen year old self, but he is the Same, just in a harder and taller body. My professor is sitting alone, nursing an Americano. He looks calm and composed, like we didn’t just have a leg shaking make out session on the stairs. Just seeing him got me excited. My body remembering how his hands kneaded my ass with perfection. I shivered again. This time with want. I wonder if I will ever stop wanting him. “I’m ready.” “Finally.” Cecilia groans. I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue.

"Sitting there, flashing me your tits and your thighs, knowing I couldn't do a damn thing about it." I shrugged, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor. I was just taking notes." He was on me in an instant, his body pressing me against the door, his mouth pressing against mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. His hands roamed my body, gripping my ass, squeezing my breasts. "You're going to be the death of me," he growled against my throat. "I couldn't concentrate on a single word I said. All I could think about was bending you over that desk and fucking you in front of the entire class."

In total, his organs looked both impressive and dangerous and I realized that unless I ended things soon, he would attempt to enter my wife. "You'll find Anna equally entertaining," he said as he stared at me. "No... I don't know..." I replied, feeling deep turmoil. Without speaking, he guided the fat head of his cock down until he was teasing her entrance. Like her attempt at speaking, the bindings left little room to move, but we watched as she wiggled her ass in response. Although she only managed to move about half an inch, it appeared she sought to impale herself on his cock. The professor looked at me with a victorious smile and I watched silently as his fat head contacted her folds.

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.

“Nude.” My entire body went rigid. “What the hell?” His expression remained frustratingly composed. “You heard me.” “You cannot be serious.” “I’m perfectly serious.” I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, stepping backward and putting space between us before I did something stupid, like forget this man was my professor and throw the nearest object at his head. “You told me to follow you to your office, blackmail me with my scholarship, and now you’re asking me to take my clothes off for you?”