Grace watched him silently, inching closer to the desk with each passing minute. He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had paid this much attention to him. You wanted to be fucked.” He slowly began to thrust into her, making her moan. She looked around, seeing that there were only a few other students in the room. Long and deep, her lips sucking on his; her teeth light pulling on his bottom lip. His jaw clenched as she darted her tongue against the notch under the head. Try doing that now.” He watched her gaze dart to his dick as he waited for her to start. Please Professor Jackson. “I want you to get off my desk and turn around.” She blinked a few times before moving to do his request. His hands slowly slid up and down her back, the fabric of her red dress smooth against his palms.
