Professor Wickedywick, usually so composed, finds himself at a loss for words as he reviews his student's paper, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. The student, noticing his distraction, leans in, her hand brushing against his thigh. The professor's cock twitches, tenting his pants. As he tries to maintain his composure, the student's hand creeps higher, her eyes locked onto his. The professor's grip tightens on the desk, his knuckles white, as he struggles to resist the temptation.