As I walked into the classroom for my summer class, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine. I had heard rumors about my hot professor, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him in the flesh. He was even more attractive than I had imagined, with his chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and muscular build.
Despite my initial nerves, I managed to introduce myself and impress him with my intelligence and determination. I knew I had to get on his good side if I wanted to succeed in this class, so I asked if I could set up an appointment in his office to discuss my coursework.
When the time came for our meeting, I made sure to dress in my sexiest outfit – a tight-fitting skirt and low-cut blouse that showed off my ample cleavage. I could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes off of me as I walked into his office, my hips swaying provocatively.
Once we were alone, the tension between us was palpable. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as I leaned in close to him, my lips inches from his ear.
“I want to make sure I get an A in this class,” I whispered seductively. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
With that, I reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers brushing against his toned abs. He let out a low groan as I ran my hands over his chest, my tongue exploring his mouth in a passionate kiss.
Before I knew it, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, our bodies writhing together in a frenzy of desire. The sex was hot, wild, and nasty – just the way I like it.
As we lay there, spent and breathless, I looked into his eyes and smiled.
“I’ll be back next week to keep my grade up,” I purred. “And I expect nothing less than an A.”