I swayed my hips, watching the skirt of my uniform ride up my thighs. I knew he was watching me, couldn’t keep his eyes off my barely legal body.
Finally, after class, he called me over. “Miss, a word please?” His eyes raked over me, hunger evident in his gaze.
I sauntered up to his desk, leaning over, giving him a perfect view of my cleavage. “Yes, professor?” I asked, my voice breathy.
He stood, rounding the desk, crowding me against it. “You’re a naughty girl,” he growled. “Teasing me like that.”
I bit my lip, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’m sorry, professor. I couldn’t help myself.”
His hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt. I gasped as his fingers found my bare pussy, already wet and ready. “You’re a little slut,” he said, plunging a finger inside me.
I moaned, grinding against his hand. “Yes, professor. I’m your slut.”
He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth, sucking hard. He fucked my face, holding my head still, using my mouth like a toy.
When he pulled out, I turned around, bracing my hands on the desk. He flipped my skirt up, revealing my ass. “Such a pretty little cunt,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against my folds.
Then he was pushing into me, stretching me out, filling me up. I cried out, loving the feel of him inside me. He started to move, fucking me hard and fast.
I came on his cock, my pussy clenching around him. He kept fucking me through it, pounding me into the desk. Finally, with a grunt, he came, flooding my cunt with his hot seed.
But we weren’t done yet. Not when there was still so much more school girl slut to be had.
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