Sally needs to pass her class - and she can't make the grade unless she fucks her professor! The professor is hesitant at first, but Sally soon finds herself being dominated by the newly confident older man! Can Sally keep up with his demands? More
Sally needs to pass her class - and she can't make the grade unless she fucks her professor! The professor is hesitant at first, but Sally soon finds herself being dominated by the newly confident older man! Can Sally keep up with his demands?
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Sally opened and closed her legs, letting Professor Warren peek at her tiny cotton panties. She knew he was looking – she always knew when guys were looking. She grinned, biting her pen seductively, swirling her tongue around it like it was a cock. The professor looked down at his desk, blushing. Sally looked down at her own desk, sighing at the test paper that she had barely filled out. She was gonna flunk for sure if she turned in her test like this. But what could she do? She opened and closed her legs by habit, thinking about her problem. This was a harder problem than anything on the test – but Sally instinctively knew the solution. After class was over, she stayed behind. The professor was talking on his cell phone to someone. Finally, he turned to see Sally waiting there. “I've got to go, babydoll. I love you.” he said, and hung up his phone. Sally smiled. He must have been talking to his daughter. “Professor Warren,” she said, “I don't think I did very well on the test.” The professor cleared his throat. His eyes went briefly to her short little skirt before they returned to her face. “Well, Sally, I don't think we can do anything about it now. The test is over.” Sally pouted. “Professor, surely there's something I can do... maybe if I let you look at my panties again?” The professor's mouth dropped open. Sally giggled as he gaped at her. Finally he said, “I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about! My goodness! To stare at a student's panties? I have a daughter of my own that's in college, young lady!” Sally grinned. “Yeah? Does she have cute little panties like these?” Sally lifted her skirt up, exposing her skimpy panties once more to the older man. She turned around and flipped her skirt up in the back, shaking her ass at him. “Does she have an ass as perfect as mine, Professor Warren? Huh?” Sally turned back around and looked at the professor. He was practically drooling now. She was ready to close the deal. She moved closer and closer, until they were close enough to kiss. She reached down and pressed her hand against his cock. “If I blow you, you'll give me a good grade, right?” The professor swallowed. She kissed him, and he eagerly responded. She broke the kiss off, pushing him away, teasing him. “Yes,” he muttered. “God help me, I'll do it.” “That's a good boy,” she purred. She began to unzip his pants, working to free his stiff cock from its confining prison. “Oh yeah, it's a big one!” she said gleefully as his dick sprung out, already leaking salty precum from its tip. “Sit down, professor, I'll make you cum really hard!”