Hardcore Office Sex with Your Professor

Professor Miller didn't care about the syllabus anymore. As the door clicked shut, they grabbed the student's hips and pulled them onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere. Whether it was a man or a woman kneeling before them, Miller only cared about the taste. They reached down, fingers digging into soft flesh, unzipping pants to reveal a hard, pulsing cock or a wet, dripping pussy. The air in the office grew thick with the smell of sex and desperation.

Miller pushed the student back, spreading their legs wide. They leaned in, tongue lashing against clit or swirling around a thick glans, sucking hard until the student was arching their back and screaming. Hands gripped hair, pulling heads back to expose throats for deep, gagging throat fucks. There was no gentleness, only the wet, slapping sound of skin hitting skin and the heavy breathing of two people losing control.

When the friction became too much, Miller flipped the student over, shoving their face into the desk. They guided their cock or thick fingers deep into the tight, soaking wet hole. Each thrust was heavy and punishing, driving deep into the guts. The student's moans turned into guttural cries as they felt the walls of their pussy or asshole stretching to accommodate the relentless pounding. The desk creaked under the force of their colliding hips.

Sweat dripped from Miller's forehead onto the student's back as they accelerated the pace. The friction built a fever pitch, the sound of wet, messy cumming filling the quiet room. Miller gripped the student's waist tighter, thrusting one last time with everything they had. They came hard, pumping thick, hot loads of cum deep inside the student, while the student simultaneously came, their body convulsing in a violent, messy orgasm.