My body was still shaking violently from the brutal pounding he had just given me from behind. My p***y felt raw and swollen, stretched wide around nothing now that he had pulled out. Thick strings of my creamy juices and squirt hung from my gaping hole.
My ass cheeks burned from the hard slaps, red handprints glowing on my pale skin. Professor Caldwell stood behind me breathing hard, sweat glistening on his forehead, but his blue eyes were still burning with raw hunger.
“Get up, Kyra,” he ordered, his voice thick and commanding. “Sit on the edge of the desk facing me. I want to watch your face while you ride my c**k like the desperate w***e you are.”
I pushed myself up on trembling arms, my legs weak from the orgasms. My hair was now a tangled mess, strands sticking to my sweaty face a
