Professor's Passive Pounding
In a clandestine study session, I find myself alone with my handsome professor. He's always been kind, but today he's different. His eyes linger on me, his voice drops to a husky whisper. I feel his gaze on my body, and my heart races. He leans in, his hand resting on my thigh. I know what he wants, and I want it too. His experienced hands undress me, revealing my eager, throbbing cock. He takes it in his mouth, his tongue swirling, his lips tight. I can't help but moan, my hips bucking. He pushes me back onto the desk, spreading my legs, and I feel his thick, hard cock pressing against my hole. I gasp as he enters me, filling me completely. He fucks me hard, his breath ragged, his grunts primal. I can feel his body tensing, his cock pulsing, and then he's coming inside me, his hot load filling me up.