As soon as I walked across that graduation stage, I knew exactly who I wanted to celebrate with – my sexy as hell professor, Mr. Johnson. We’d had a thing going on all semester, sneaking glances and feeling each other up under his desk when he thought no one was looking. Now that I had my degree, it was time to take our relationship to the next level.
I snuck into his office after hours, my heart racing with anticipation. He looked up from grading papers, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw me sauntering towards him in a tight little dress and stilettos. “Well, well, well,” he purred, standing up and closing the door behind me. “What brings you here, naughty girl?”
I smiled seductively, letting my fingers trail down his chest. “I wanted to thank you properly for all your help,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his. He groaned, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me back with fervor. We didn’t waste any time stripping off our clothes, our bodies coming together in a frenzy of lust.
I rode him hard, my pussy clenching around his thick cock as he pounded into me from beneath. The desk creaked and wobbled, but neither of us cared – we were too lost in the pleasure, our moans and gasps filling the room. I came first, screaming his name as my orgasm Crash-landed. He soon followed, filling me with his hot seed as we collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and satisfied.