In the dimly lit study room, the professor's eyes roam over the young coed's body, lingering on her round, firm breasts and the tantalizing hint of cleavage. He calls her over, his voice low and commanding. She obliges, her heart pounding in her chest. He pulls her close, his hand grazing her thigh, inching up her skirt. She gasps, her breath hot and heavy. He unbuckles his belt, and she drops to her knees, her eyes wide with anticipation. She takes him in, inch by inch, her throat stretching to accommodate his length. She gags, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn't stop. She wants to please her professor, to swallow every last drop.