11. Mila loves every second (+1 forward)

Meg felt like she needed to taste Mila. Remembering how the other woman had worked last night, Meg found her clit and began flicking it with her tongue as she sucked. Mila let out a long, soft, “ohhhh” at that. Meg looked up her professor’s body and saw her throw her head back and sigh at Meg’s work.

Soon Mila’s juices were flowing. The sweet tartness was delicious and Meg couldn’t help but lap at the other woman’s juices. Her tongue trailed down her professor’s slit and began to dip into her entrance as one of her hands reached around Mila’s leg to play with her clit. Meg felt Mila’s hand on the back of her head, squeezing and physically begging for her to keep doing what she was doing. Meg was perfectly content to continue to lap at Mila’s juices and she eagerly continued to do so. She began to rub her professor’s clit faster and faster, making Mila’s hips buck as the pleasure built inside her. It wasn’t long before her mouth was flooded with her professor’s cream.

Mila released Meg’s head and Meg pulled back to look at how happy she’d made her professor. Mila had a thin sheen of sweat on her brow from her orgasm and she laid back on the bench limp and basking in the afterglow.

“God you’re good Meg.”

“Thank you.” Once again Meg beamed at the praise.

Mila sat up and kissed Meg, licking her own juices from her student’s mouth. It was all they could do to break off and get ready for a day on campus. They shared another kiss before Meg got out of the car at her dorm, this one furtive and quick so no one would see them.

Meg made her way up to her dorm room to change before her first class. She could tell she reeked of sex. As she climbed the stairs, the thought crossed her mind that her roommate might not have spent the night alone either.