The classroom was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the small lamp on the professor's desk. The air was thick with anticipation as she walked in, her curves on full display in a dress that was snug against her body. Her hips swayed as she walked, her ample cleavage bouncing with each step. She set her books down on the desk, bending over to give the professor a glimpse of what was underneath the fabric.
"What are you doing here so late, Miss..." he started to say, but she cut him off with a playful insult.
"Oh, I was just studying for your class. You know, trying to get ahead." She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She sat on the desk, crossing her legs in a way that highlighted her assets. She engaged him in conversation, flirting shamelessly and making it clear that she was interested in more than just his lectures.
"I've been thinking about our last class discussion...you're so knowledgeable and experienced. It's really inspiring." She leaned in closer to him, her cleavage on full display.
"Thank you, Miss...but I'm a married man." He tried to keep his distance, but she was relentless.
"Oh, I know. I'm not trying to steal you away from your wife. I just think you're really attractive and I want to get to know you better." She placed a hand on his knee, giving it a squeeze.
She leaned in even closer, her breath hot on his face. She reached down and gently stroked his crotch, feeling his growing arousal.
"See, I knew you wanted me. And I want you too. Let's not fight it." She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his crotch.
She undid his pants and pulled out his huge black cock, taking it in her hand and staring at it in awe.
"Wow, it's even bigger than I imagined. I can't wait to feel it inside me." She took the professor's cock in her mouth, sucking and stroking it with abandon.
She moaned and gasped, savoring the taste and feeling of him in her mouth.
"God, you taste so good. I could suck your cock all day." She stood up and pulled off her dress, standing naked in front of him.
She reached out and took his hand, placing it on her breast.
"Feel how wet I am for you. I need you inside me." She guided the professor to a nearby couch, pushing him down and climbing on top of him.
She impaled herself on his cock, moaning and gasping as she took every inch of him.
"God, you feel so good. I've been dreaming about this for so long." She rode the professor hard, grinding her hips and moaning loudly.
She reached down and stroked her clit, feeling herself on the brink of orgasm.
"God, I'm so close. Don't stop, Professor. Fuck me harder." She came hard, her body shaking and trembling as she milked the professor's cock.
She collapsed on top of him, panting and gasping for breath.
"God, that was amazing. You're so good." She got up and started to get dressed, a satisfied smile on her face.
"I'll see you in class, Professor. And don't worry, I'll keep our little secret between us." She winked at him before leaving the classroom, leaving the professor alone with his thoughts.
He knew what they did was wrong, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt. He knew they would do it again, the student's craving for his cock was too strong to resist. And the professor, despite his better judgment, couldn't deny the allure of the student's voluptuous body and seductive ways. The forbidden and taboo had never felt so good.
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