HOT PLEASURES ( A NO LIMIT EROTIC COLLECTION)

PROFESSOR RIMMED MY BLEACHED ASSHOLE 😩👅

Ella's Pov

I scrambled unto the desk, my huge titties jiggling inside my tight uniform shirt.

Before I could position myself for him, Professor Garrett stopped me with a hand on my hip.

"Not like that. I want you to lay sideways. I want to see your fat ass and p***y more clearly."

My cheeks burned at the request. I followed his instruction.

The cool air in his office brushed my thighs, resulting in goosebumps.

This was happening. It was really happening.

My p***y had a life of it's own, creaming like I already had his huge c**k in me, drenching my string thong.

"f**k!! You look so f*****g sexy laid out like this. " Professor Garrett growled behind me. "You're so eager, who knew you actually act like a highrise pornstar in secret."

I glanced at him over my shoulder, hands on my waist to steady my frame.

His demeaning words just made more slick dribble down my thighs, coating my slit.

Before I could beg him to touch me he stepped forward.

Professor Garrett's hand shot out and dragged his thick finger slowly, up and down my watery cunt.

The pressure from his rough finger made me whimper like a cheap w***e. "Uhmmm....oh ......sirrrr...."

" Shhhh.... " He shut me up, his finger pressing harder between my p***y lips.

The useless piece of fabric I called a thong, dug roughly on my c**t, pressing into my hole.

"You really were prepared to get f****d. If I knew you were this loose, I'd have had you bouncing on my c**k sooner. "

"Yes.... yes... I need you to f**k me, sir." I whined desperately, hole twitching around nothing.

My n*****s were hard granites, digging into his cold desk, wanting in on the action.

Immediately, he stopped. Professor Garrett moved away from my body.

"Rip that nasty thong off your cunt. Now!"

My eyes went wide. I was sure you could clearly see the lust and horniness swimming in it.

I thought it was going to be like my fantasies, but this clearly surpasses it. This hot man was going to ruin me for everyone today.

I quickly balanced myself on his desk, reaching behind me to yank at my tiny thong.

The string was soaked and buried deep between my fat cunt lips. I tried yanking the string, but it wouldn't give in.

I pulled on it again, my manicured nails digging into my soaked p***y. It still didn't tear.

"It wouldn't come off, sir." I mewled, frustrated with the stupid fabric.

Fresh cunt cream oozed out of her hole, making everything more slippery.

Tears stood in her ears, making her vision blurry as she struggled to rip my panties off my p***y.

I didn't know if it was shame or horniness. Professor Garrett was actually watching me struggle to free my dripping snatch.

"I'm so gonna come before he even touches me." I thought, my cheeks red.

Before I could complain again, Professor Kane growled and stepped close again.

He knocked my hands off and in one quick move, ripped the thong off my p***y.

Cool air rushed into my exposed cunt. "Uhhhh........mhmmmmm..." I mewled at the friction.

"Slut!!! As if today can't get any hotter, you have a fat clit." He spread my ass cheeks wide with his strong hands, staring at my holes.

"I love women with fat ass clits. Makes my c**k throb so f*****g hard."

Thank f**k I was blessed with one.

On instinct, I winked my asshole for him, clenching and relaxing the muscle for.

His fingers prying my cheeks apart were sure to leave bruises but I didn't give a f**k.

I wanted to have his marks on me.

"You even bleached your asshole. f**k, Ella.....that's so f*****g hot."

"Ummm.....most porn I watch, the girls bleach their holes. It's nice to look out. " I panted out, watching him through my glasses.

God,....this foreplay, the back and forth was too much.

My p***y juice was dripping down my thighs. Professor Garrett chose that moment to graze a sharp finger nail over my winking pucker, scratching the sensitive rim.

"Ahhh.....fuck......" I shrieked, trying to squirm away.

There was no going anywhere. His hands were strong, holding me down.

"Have you had anything up your ass before, Ella?" He asked, eyes locked on my flushed face.

" Uhmm...yes...yes...twice. My ex boyfriend loved anal s*x and I let him f**k me up there twice." I confessed softly.

It wasn't bad when I did it, just uncomfortable. But the second time was good.

Garrett reached out and settled my glasses on my face properly, before going down on his knees.

I held my breath, heart pounding.

What happened, wasn't what I expected.

My Professor's hot mouth covered my bleached rim, sucking my asshole.

"Ohhhhhhh......ahhhhh...." I wailed, screaming at the top of lungs. His wet, broad tongue lashed all over my tight ring.

"Oh my f*****g god. Prof..... Professor....shit...your tongue...." I cried out.

I slapped a hand over my mouth because I was getting too loud.

Garrett quickly pulled his mouth off my asshole and barked. "Take that hand off your mouth, right now. I want to hear every nasty moan."

I obeyed, and f**k did I get louder.

With nothing to do, I just held onto his desk as I watched him slobber all over my pink pucker.

My p***y was creaming nonstop. It was like he was sucking my p***y through my asshole.

Every suck on my tight ring, I felt it on my fat c**t.

Garrett gave me one long lick from my buzzing c**t, sloppy folds and right back to my asshole.

Then, he stood up, belt buckle clinking as he took it off.

Right there in front of my eyes, Professor Garrett pulled out a massive c**k from his boxers.

" Holy s**t!!!" I gasped, eyes locked on his glorious appendage.

It was the biggest d**k I'd ever seen in real life. This kind of c**k was only seen in pornos but was attached to this hot man.

My cunt clenched hard, hungry for every thick inch.

"Please, please, please, Professor" I begged, pushing my fat ass and wet p***y towards him.