Professor James, 35 and sharp-eyed, spotted his student Elena, 25, commanding the dance floor with unapologetic fire. 'Professor? Grading curves instead of papers tonight?' she quipped, striding over with a wicked grin. 'Elena, trading theorems for tequila? Bold move—hope you're not expecting extra credit for this,' he fired back, voice low and teasing. She leaned in, eyes blazing. 'Only if you can keep up. I see that hard look in your eyes; we're both too horny to pretend.' They slipped into a shadowed alcove, hearts pounding. Elena shoved him against the wall, her strong hands exploring. 'On your knees for a proper lesson,' he growled, but she smirked, 'Not submissive, remember? Watch me.' She dropped, taking his cock deep in a wet, dripping blowjob, deepthroating until he came hard on her throat. Panting and sweating, she rose: 'Now fuck my pussy—make it explosive.' He thrust into her tight, wet heat, then shifted to passionate anal penetration, her ass gripping him as they moaned in rhythm. Mid-thrust, a cute bartender appeared, smirking. 'Security's a call away unless I join this fun.' Elena laughed boldly, 'Only if you can handle us.' The threesome ignited in the dark as James came on the bartender's mouth, her plan to spike an annoying suitor's drink with the cum sealing their wicked pact. 'Morning office challenge?' he dared as they parted.
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