Marcus stepped forward and grabbed my hair with one hand. "Open wider, Dean. I am going to f**k your throat."
He pushed his thick c**k past my lips and straight into my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat but he kept pushing deeper. Spit poured from the corners of my mouth as he started thrusting.
"f**k yes," he groaned. "Take it down your throat. This is what happens to strict deans who get caught being sluts."
He held my head in place and f****d my mouth with deep strokes. I choked and drooled heavily, saliva running down my chin and dripping onto my breasts. My eyes watered but I looked up at him the whole time. My hand moved between my legs and rubbed my c*m-filled p***y while he used my throat.
After several minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to
