I’m Kelsey, your favorite bratty college coed with a body built for sin. I’ve got long blonde hair that falls perfectly over my massive DD tits, always straining against whatever skimpy top I’m wearing. My waist is tiny, my ass is round and perky, and my legs go on forever in heels. I know exactly what I do to people when I walk into a room in a tight mini skirt and a plunging neckline—guys stare, girls glare, and I fucking love it.
Last semester my history grade was tanking. Professor Hawkins—tall, intense, silver streaks in his dark hair, always rocking that commanding vibe—called me into his office after class. Door locked. Blinds down. He leaned back in his chair, eyes raking over me like I was already naked.
“Kelsey, you want an A?” he said, voice low. “Prove you deserve it.”
My pulse raced. I didn’t hesitate. I sauntered over, dropped to my knees between his legs, and watched him unzip. His cock was thick, heavy, already rock-hard. I licked my lips, gave him my brattiest smirk, and took him deep into my warm, wet mouth.
I sucked him like the greedy little slut I am—slow at first, teasing the head with my tongue, then sliding down until my nose pressed against his pelvis. He groaned, fisted my hair, and started fucking my throat. Spit ran down my chin, mascara streaked, my huge tits bouncing with every thrust. “That’s it, you filthy girl,” he growled. “Choke on professor cock.” I moaned around him, loving how full and used I felt, begging with my eyes for more.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over his desk. Skirt flipped up—no panties, obviously. He slammed into my dripping pussy in one rough stroke, stretching me wide. I gasped, gripping the edge, tits smashed against scattered papers. He pounded me hard, spanking my ass until it burned red, calling me his dirty little secret. “This tight cunt earns your grade,” he grunted.
I came so hard I squirted, shaking, screaming his name while he kept railing me. When he finally exploded, flooding me with hot cum, I clenched around him, milking every drop. I felt filthy, satisfied, and powerful.
Trading my mouth and pussy for an A? Best decision ever. I’m already plotting who’s next. Grades don’t come easy—but they come so fucking good when you’re a shameless brat like me.