Under the desk, the college girl's fingers trace the outline of her bully's hardening cock, her heart pounding in sync with his whispered commands. 'Touch me, little one,' he urges, his voice a velvety purr against her ear. She obeys, her small hand wrapping around his thickness, feeling it pulse with life. He grows harder with each stroke, his breath ragged, yet he maintains his control, his voice a steady, dominant rhythm. 'Good girl,' he praises, his voice a sensual, ASMR-like lullaby, guiding her through their forbidden, respectful encounter.