I stood up on shaky legs, my knees red from kneeling on the hard floor. My face was a mess, saliva dripping from my swollen lips and chin, tears streaking my mascara down my cheeks. The front of my white blouse was soaked through, clinging transparently to my hard pink n*****s. Professor Caldwell’s thick c**k bobbed heavily in front of him and veins pulsing angrily. He looked at me like a predator ready to devour me whole.
“Bend over the desk, Kyra,” he repeated, his voice low and rough.
I turned around and leaned forward over the large wooden desk, pressing my t**s against the cool surface. Papers scattered as I arched my back deeply, pushing my ass out and spreading them out for him…i reached down between my wet thighs, running my fingers over my c**t.
My cunt was swollen and pink, in
