“Professor, I need to talk to you about my grade,” a soft voice murmured behind the closed door. “Get under my desk and don’t make a sound,” I whispered to Morgan as I slid my chair back and let her down. I flinched as I felt Morgan’s hand suddenly reach up and rub my crotch. Just as I was about to lift her off my lap we were interrupted by two firm knocks at my office down. I’d be so grateful to you, that I’d be happy to take your cock slamming into my unused asshole, over and over. “Professor?”
“Ahem, well yes, Miss Grisham. “When you grew tired of fucking my pussy, I’d let you take that big cock out of me and force it up my tight, virgin asshole. In the most descriptive way possible.” I grinned and poured more Irish whiskey into my glass before taking a sip.
