Professor Harlan shoved me back onto the podium desk, the hard wooden edge biting into my ass as my legs dangled off the side. Papers scattered everywhere, quizzes and exams fluttering to the floor like confetti, red ink smearing across the wood where my soaked thighs rubbed against them. My torn tights hung in shreds around my thighs, panties still tangled at my knees, and his c*m leaked steadily from my p***y, thick white trails sliding down to pool on the desk beneath me.
He stood between my spread legs, c**k still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids, jutting out from his open slacks like a weapon. His shirt was barely rumpled, tie now dangling loose and wet from my mouth, but his eyes burned with raw hunger behind those wire-rimmed glasses.
“Look at this mess,” he said, voice l
