She can’t stop herself from taking it like a starved slut. Bent over the professor’s desk, skirt hiked up to her waist, fingers digging into the wood while he slams home. Ass cheeks jiggle with every brutal thrust—she knows this isn’t just about pleasure anymore. Flips onto all fours right there in his office chair, back arched for more. He grabs those stockings and yanks them down hard enough to leave marks before burying himself so deep she gasps through clenched teeth. No finesse—just raw desperation for that cock between her legs or buried inside her asshole.
