My hot teacher

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Okay besties, spill the tea because this is totally NOT a drill.

So my history professor, Mr. Anderson? Sheesh. He’s, like, thirty-something with this jawline that could cut glass and forearms that had me low-key simp-ing all semester. We had this vibe, right? Major eye contact during lectures, lingering after class with "questions."

Anyway, I "needed help" on the final paper and went to his office after hours. It was just us. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He was leaning over my draft, and his cologne was invading my senses. I was literally so wet just from him being near me.

He turned his head and was like, "Is this really about the paper?" and I just went for it. I grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss, no cap. Next thing I know, he’s slamming the door locked and his hands are under my skirt, fingering my soaked pussy right over my underwear. I was moaning into his mouth, like, "Fuck, yes, Professor."

He bent me over his desk, papers flying everywhere, and just plunged his dick into me from behind. OMG, the way he filled me up… I was screaming his name, and he was groaning, "Such a good girl for me," and pounding my cunt like his life depended on it. I came so hard I saw stars. It was absolutely iconic. A-plus experience, period.