Late Night Grading with Your Boss Teacher

The heavy oak door clicks shut, leaving you alone with Professor Vance. Whether you are a man or a woman, Vance's eyes roam over your body with a hunger that has nothing to do with academics. Vance reaches out, grabbing your hips and pulling you hard against their thighs. The Professor's hand slides down, gripping your crotch firmly through your clothes, squeezing your pussy or your cock until you gasp. 'You failed the written part,' Vance whispers, 'so we're going to focus on the practical application.'

Vance pushes you back against the cold desk, sweeping stacks of papers onto the floor. They strip your clothes off with frantic, greedy hands. If you are a woman, Vance's tongue is immediately on your clit, licking and sucking until you are soaking wet; if you are a man, Vance takes your hard cock into their mouth, swirling their tongue around the head before sucking you deep into their throat. The sound of wet, slapping skin fills the silent hall as Vance works you over, making you beg for more.

Suddenly, Vance is stripping themselves bare, revealing a thick, pulsing cock or a dripping, tight pussy. There is no hesitation. Vance mounts you, driving their weight into your body. If Vance is fucking a woman, they thrust deep into her pussy, their hips slamming against her ass with every hard stroke. If Vance is fucking a man, they grab his cock and slide it into their tight, wet cunt, groaning as they sink down. The rhythm is fast, primal, and completely focused on the friction of flesh against flesh.

'Look at me while I fuck you,' Vance commands, their voice thick with lust. You watch as their sweat drips onto your skin, the sound of your combined moans echoing off the high ceilings. Every thrust is deeper than the last, hitting your prostate or your cervix with punishing force. You feel the build-up, the tension in your thighs and your core, as the friction becomes unbearable. You're both panting, lost in the raw, physical sensation of the act.

The climax hits like a physical blow. Vance's thrusts become short and violent, their body shaking as they scream your name. They erupt inside you, pumping thick, hot cum deep into your pussy or coating your shaft, while you come hard, your body convulsing under their weight. As the gasps subside, Vance stays heavy on top of you, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air of the empty classroom.