He will by putting that mouth of hers to good use

The Professor’s whisper lingers in the air, warm and inviting, her body still pressed against yours with that insistent rhythm, the friction sending sparks through your veins.

You pause, your hands steady on her waist, feeling the subtle curve beneath her blazer.

Dr Emilia Hidalgo older, sure—lines creasing her face, grey streaking her hair—but up close, there's a fire in her eyes, a confidence in her movements that stirs something unexpected. Inwardly, you muse that for a first time, you could do worse; her experience might even make this memorable, a step up from fumbling in the dark with someone your age.

"Yeah," you say, your voice low and resonant, carrying that entrancing edge as you pull back just enough to meet her gaze.

"We'll take it further. But first, remember—you're going to be fair and unbiased in your grading from now on. No more agendas, no more punishing students for thinking differently. Caitlin gets the marks she deserves, and so does everyone else."

Emilia Hidalgo’s lips part in a soft, compliant smile, her accent curling around her words like smoke. "Of course, William. Fair and unbiased—it feels right, now that you say it."

There's no hesitation, no flicker of resistance; your power has woven deep, turning her agreement into something as natural as breathing.

She steps back slightly, her fingers trailing down your chest, then turns to the door, twisting the lock with a quiet click.

The room feels smaller, the air thicker, as she returns, shrugging off her blazer to reveal the crisp white shirt hugging her frame, buttons straining just a bit over her chest.

Guiding you to the desk, Emilia sweeps aside a stack of papers with a careless flick, then pulls you close again, her hands deft as they work at your belt, her touch sure and teasing.

"Let me show you," she murmurs, her voice a sultry promise, as she sinks to her knees, the carpet muffling the sound. Her fingers free your cock with practiced ease, and before you can fully process it, her lips envelop you—warm, wet, and skilled in ways that make your breath hitch.

She moves with a rhythm that's both gentle and insistent, her tongue tracing patterns that send jolts of pleasure racing up your spine, her eyes locked on yours with a submissive gleam that only heightens the intensity.

You're surprised by how good she is, how every flick and swirl feels calculated to build you up, her experience turning what could have been awkward into something electric. But it's too much, too soon—your body tenses, the pressure building faster than you anticipated, and with a gasp, you cum in her mouth, the release hitting like a wave, leaving you trembling and a bit embarrassed.

The Professor is rather impressive as she swallows it all without a flinch, rising gracefully, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she wipes the corner of her mouth. "First times are quick," she says softly, her accent adding a teasing lilt, "but you'll build resistance. Practice makes perfect."

You nod, catching your breath, inwardly noting that yeah, you'll need to work on lasting longer—maybe with her, or someone else taller—to draw out the pleasure next time.