Professeur

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, buckle up because this is about to be spicy AF. So, picture this: I’m in my professor’s office after class (iykyk, the tension was thick), and I’m low-key panicking because my grade is sus. But here’s the tea—I had a plan.

I leaned over his desk, biting my lip, and was like, “What if I make it up to you… another way?” And sis, his face? Shook. But then his eyes dropped to my lips, and I knew I had him. Next thing I know, I’m sliding under his desk, unzipping his pants, and holy shit—his dick was perfect. Thick, veiny, already leaking. I didn’t even hesitate. I took him deep, gagging a little, and he groaned like, “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

But here’s where it got extra. I couldn’t stop. I climbed into his lap, hiked up my skirt (no panties, duh), and rode him right there in his chair. The way his hands gripped my hips? Chef’s kiss. I came so hard I saw stars, and when he finished inside me? Yup. Now every time he sees me in class, he gets all flustered and hard under his desk.

Moral of the story? A+ performance = A+ grade. Period. 😌🔥