8. He can’t help but love it (+1 forward)

A long, low groan escaped the man’s lips as Meg began to bob her head. His cock wasn’t massive and since she’d been plenty warmed up by her day she was easily able to take him into her throat in one quick motion. She held herself in place, nose buried in his salt-and-pepper pubes, as she let her throat milk him. She felt the familiar sensation of a hand wrapping itself in her hair, keeping her in position until her vision started to go grey around the edges. He let her pull herself back to catch her breath, her tongue trailing along the underside of his shaft as she did.

“Oh fuck.” He couldn’t contain himself. The feeling of an eighteen year old student sucking his cock was undeniable.

She felt him press on the back of her head, encouraging her to deepthroat him again. She obliged, **** to make this man happy. She knew Dr. Nielsen’s job was on the line and something in her wanted to help her professor. She swallowed his full length again, letting her throat squeeze around his shaft as he once again held her in place. His hips began to move, thrusting in and out of her throat. He was using her like a toy. Overcome by pleasure, he’d thrown his principles out the window. Right now the only thing that mattered was this co-ed’s throat.

Meg felt him thrust forward, as deep as he could bury his cock in her mouth, and felt a familiar twitch deep down.