Professor's Private After-Hours Lessons

Professor Thorne sat behind the heavy oak desk, eyes tracking the student as they approached. The tension in the room snapped when Thorne reached out, grabbing the student's hips and pulling them hard between their legs. Thorne didn't waste time with words, instead unzipping their trousers to reveal a thick, throbbing cock that demanded immediate attention. The student knelt, sliding their mouth over the hot head, sucking and swirling their tongue around the rim while Thorne gripped their hair, guiding the rhythm of the deep, wet strokes.

Thorne's hand moved to the student's own crotch, finding them already soaking wet and ready. Whether it was a woman's dripping pussy or a man's twitching cock, Thorne handled it with practiced authority, rubbing and teasing until the student was begging for more. Thorne stood up, lifting the student onto the desk, sweeping books and papers onto the floor. The sound of skin slapping against wood echoed through the silent hall as Thorne pushed into them, a hard, deep thrust that made the student scream in pleasure.

Thorne fucked them with a relentless, punishing pace, driving their hips forward with every heavy slam. The student's legs wrapped tightly around Thorne's waist, pulling them deeper into every thrust. Sweat dripped from Thorne's forehead onto the student's chest as the friction built. Thorne's cock rubbed against the sensitive walls of the student's pussy or the intense friction of their balls, building a pressure that felt like it would shatter them both.

As the climax approached, Thorne's thrusts became short, violent bursts. Thorne leaned down, biting the student's neck, demanding they stay present for the finish. With one final, massive shove, Thorne's body went rigid. They let out a guttural groan as they came hard, pumping thick, hot cum deep inside the student. The student followed seconds later, their own orgasm racking their body in violent, messy waves, leaving them both panting and covered in sweat on the desk.