Dripping Redhead

A gifted redhead with enormous tits in a red blouse croptop is currently taking selfies of her cleavage in a classroom after class.

Her luscious, round tits spilled out of her crimson blouse, the fabric straining against their fullness. Her areolae were a deep shade of pink, like the insides of a ripe strawberry, with hardened, erect nipples poking through the delicate lace of her bra. The blouse was tight around her waist, showcasing her voluptuous figure and the soft, inviting curve of her stomach that led down to her tight, round ass. She had the kind of body that men's eyes couldn't help but follow, a body that seemed to have been sculpted by a master artist with a penchant for the erotic. Her ass cheeks were like two perfect, plump pillows, begging to be squeezed, and her ass hole was a tight, little rosebud that winked mischievously as she shifted in her seat.

The young redhead, whose name was Lila, had a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she angled her phone to get the perfect shot. She knew that her social media following would go wild for these pictures, and the thought of their lustful comments made her own juices start to flow. She could feel the dampness seeping through her panties, and she couldn't resist the urge to slip a hand down and give her clit a little rub. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her thumb circling the swollen nub as she continued to snap away. Her hand slid down further, slipping into the waistband of her skirt and caressing the soft, silky skin of her inner thigh. Her other hand cupped one of her breasts, her fingers teasing the hardened nipple through the fabric.

As she played with herself, Lila's thoughts drifted to the object of her desire: a young, handsome professor with a thick cock that she had seen in the locker room one day. She imagined his hands on her body, his cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy, filling her up until she couldn't take it anymore. Her breath hitched as she began to rub herself in earnest, her fingers moving faster and faster as she pictured the scene in her mind.

"Miss," a deep voice said, making her jump. She looked up to see the very professor she had been fantasizing about standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her half-nude form. He was tall and muscular, with a cock that looked like it could split her in two. "I see you've been busy," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "Would you like some help with that?" Without waiting for an answer, he began to walk toward her, his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants.

Lila's heart raced as she nodded, unable to find the words to respond. She knew that this was wrong, that she should be outraged, but all she felt was an overwhelming need to feel him inside her. The professor's hand reached out and touched her bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. He gently pushed her down onto the desk, his hand sliding down to her skirt. "I've been watching you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And I know exactly what you need." With that, he began to unbutton her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers as he revealed her breasts to the cool air of the classroom. She could see the hunger in his gaze as he took in her large, round tits, the rosy nipples standing tall and proud.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to kiss one of her nipples. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, making her gasp. "So innocent, but I can see the hunger in you." His hand slid down to her waist and then under her skirt, his fingers finding the wetness between her legs. He stroked her gently, teasing the entrance to her pussy. "So eager," he murmured, his own arousal growing as he felt the heat of her desire.

With trembling hands, Lila reached for his pants, her own curiosity getting the better of her. She had never seen a cock so big before, and she was **** to feel it in her hand. She unzipped him and reached inside, her hand closing around his thick, hard length. He groaned at her touch, his cock pulsing in her grasp. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "You like it when I touch you?"

The professor leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck as he nibbled at her earlobe. "Oh, yes," he murmured, his hand joining hers on his cock. "But I need more." He pushed her hand aside and began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock was a thing of beauty, long and thick, with a broad, flared head that was already slick with pre-cum. Lila's mouth watered at the sight, her own pussy clenching with need.

He stepped closer, pressing the head of his cock against her wet folds. "Tell me," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "How much you want it."

"I want it," Lila moaned, arching her back to meet him. "I want your cock inside me."

With a growl, the professor pushed into her, inch by glorious inch. Lila's pussy stretched around him, the tightness making him even harder. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head. She was so wet that she easily took his entire length, her walls gripping him like a glove. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took all of him.

He began to thrust, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm that made the desk creak beneath them. Lila's tits bounced with every movement, her nipples brushing against the fabric of her shirt. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm just out of reach. "Harder," she begged, her voice breathless. "I need it harder."

The professor complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock pounding into her with a fervor that she had never experienced before. She could feel herself getting closer, her clit swelling and throbbing with each impact. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice high and ****.

"Cum for me, Lila," he groaned, his own orgasm building. "Cum all over my cock."

Her body tensed as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her pussy contracting around him. The professor grunted, his cock swelling even more as he reached his peak, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his hot seed. They stayed there, locked together, for what felt like an eternity, their bodies shuddering in the aftermath of their shared climax.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices. Lila sat up, her chest heaving, and looked at him with wide, dazed eyes. "What have we done?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

The professor smirked, tucking himself back into his pants. "We've just started," he said, his eyes gleaming. "You're going to be my little secret, aren't you?"

Lila nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. She had been corrupted, yes, but she had never felt more alive. And as she watched him adjust his clothes and walk out of the classroom, she knew that she would do anything to feel that way again. Anything at all.