Iva’s P.O.V.
Will untie my thong slowly and hurl it.
Then, after kneeling behind me, he sucks my burning butt and squeezes the other one. I moan in pleasure.
As he stands behind me, I hear the familiar sound of his zipper opening and the rustle of his clothes falling away.
And I know exactly what’s coming next.
He pulls the rope from my back, stretching my hair painfully, but the hurt turns to pleasure as he slams into me from behind, hard and deep, burying his full length inside.
I scream as he begins thrusting roughly. The classroom echoes with the sounds of our bodies colliding, moans, groans, skin against skin, and the desk creaking beneath us.
“Getting ruined by your student’s c**k in your own classroom…” he pants. “And no one has a clue how needy their professor really is.”
