Grind Against Luck

You find yourself unable to resist that tempting piece of ass situated by you. With a soft grunt, you scoot forwards, pinning Luck between the desk and your body. She lets out a startled gasp, and spurred on, you press your crotch against her.

Your cock, straining against your pants, pokes against her ass, and you feel her wriggling for a second, trying to get free.

“What are you doing?” she breathes, and though she sounds a little aroused, she’s definitely angry.

“Giving you the rest you deserve,” you say. “Just close your eyes and enjoy this. It’ll be good for both of us.”

You begin to undo your pants, your hands undoing then clasp. But with your hands free, Professor Luck is no longer trapped, and she takes the chance to slip out from the side.

“You’re a pig, Alex,” she yells. “Get out of my office. Now!”

Shit. That wasn’t how this was supposed go. You stand up, and with the clasp undone, your pants begin to fall down. You hurriedly pull it back up - “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you say, but she shakes her head and points at the door.

“Leave.”

You do so, stumbling out of the office. A grad student hanging by the corridor raises his eyebrow, and you resist the urge to run out of the place with your hands over head. You’ll be lucky if you’re still allowed into class tomorrow.

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