7 & 7. Meg can’t help but cum while worshiping her professor’s cock (+1 forward with both)

Dr. Whitley set the pace. He thrust hard up into the back of her throat; Meg was sure she’d bruise there if that was something that could even happen. Behind her, Spencer matched pace with their professor, thrusting forward as he thrust up, forcing Meg to take as much of Dr. Whitley’s cock as possible on each thrust.

Spencer pounded against Meg’s cervix, reminding her with each thrust that he didn’t know not to cum inside her. She wanted desperately to free herself to say something, but she was totally impaled on both men’s cocks. With some pushes, she felt like they would surely meet in the middle. She was essentially a doll for them to fuck, both pounding with wild abandon as they used her.

Being used like this wasn’t something that had ever crossed Meg’s mind, but she couldn’t help but feel the pleasure building between her legs from how she was being treated. Being totally at their mercy was sending the student to new heights. Soon, she felt the familiar pressure building within her. She knew her climax was coming. As both thrust into her, she exploded, seeing stars as Dr. Whitley held her head down on his cock, **** her on every inch. Her pussy milked Spencer’s cock, begging for his cum in spite of the danger. She heard him groan behind her as he thrust as deep as he possibly could.