One seriously fucked room and teacher.

Both teacher and student collapsed. Max falling back onto a nearby chair and Ms. Angala back onto the desk. Both had just had some of the best sex of their lives, and both of their minds whirring with different thoughts sluggishly through the afterglow.

"Oh dear god I just fucked a student... Okay, He fucked me, to be specific... Dear God he really plowed me... Wait, down girl, he's a student... A horse cocked white stud of a student who gave me the best sex of my life... Wait, He came in me... Dear God I can still feel it inside me. Fuck that's a LOT of cum... Fuck, with that much he probably knocked me up with triplets with this much cum... Fuck that's hot...Wait, that's supposed to be a bad thing. He's still my student... Holy SHIT! We tore this room up... God I don't want to clean all this up, but if we don't the whole damn campus is going to know what we got up to, assuming no one saw us already." All flowed through Ms. Angala's mind as she took in what had happened.

"Holy fuck I just pounded the shit out of my math teacher... She's never even given me the time of day before now... Well, at least to the "old me". I have kinda upgraded a bit... Though I can't seduce for shit... All those upgrades about boosting my looks, cock, ability to fuck a baby into a woman... None about actually knowing how to get into their pants... Gonna look into that later... Also, gotta experiment with these powers, see if I can set fertility and how she's going to get knocked up or not at the beginning... Feels real fucking WEIRD to suddenly not be about to bust a nut, think clearly, and then suddenly keep busting a nut... Maybe I can see if I can do that as I fingerbang or just start fucking a chick, maybe even see if I can "preset" something into a chick instead of waiting till later... God Ms. Angala is hot... And now pumped full of my cum... And definitely pregnant with my daughter... Weird I don't feel bad about this... Maybe I'll see if Ms. Angala will change now to be able to raise my kid better... Side note, apparently she's got a serious kink in her for getting knocked up and... what was that called?... "Raceplay", I think... Kinda hot, not gonna lie... Gonna file that away for use later... Not that I really care about race. All kinds of women can be sexy; tall, short, white, black, asian, indian, big tits, small tits, small ass, big ass... All depends on how that hottie is put together... And has a horny little wet pussy for me to fill the fuck up... Do I have an impregnation fetish?... HOLY SHIT! We fucked this room UP!... God I'm gonna have to clean this up with her, huh... Well, that's not so bad, she's certainly nice to look at, especially with her tits hanging out like that..." Whirled through Max's mind as his eyes gazed around the room unfocused, taking in the amazing sex he just had as much as the destruction they both had just wrought.

The table they fucked on had now moved across the room and against the wall, the couple not noticing it slamming into the wall repeatedly as they fucked. Now it's left an indent in the wall at table height that's somewhat noticeable. Papers and their clothes had been flung in a trail behind them, some soaked in their juices. The room looked like the couple had fucked it around as much as they fucked each other.

The couple looked at each other, shy smiles on their faces as they took in what they had done. Max wordlessly got up, walked up to where she was resting and brought his lips to her's. The kiss was hot, but calm. A cool down from their passionate coupling just a few minutes ago, neither talking with words just yet. A quick glance at the clock made a shock of fear flow through Ms. Angala though.

"Holy shit! It's already 2? We need to clean up!" She said as she started getting up.
Max looked at her quizically for a second, not sure what to do.

"Stud, help me clean up if you want this pussy again. I know we need to talk about this, but I need to be teaching the next class in five minutes and Mr. Irons is going to be here any minute." Ms. Angala told him.

The utterance of the severe head of the math department's name made Max leap into action.
"Sorry Ms. Angala! I'll help get these papers off the floor."

She smirked to herself as the handsome stud scrambled for a second.
"After what we just did, just calling me 'Shanti' is fine. You've more then earned that, Max. Also, get dressed first, then just get the papers away from where the desk needs to go, we can pick them up last. We just need it to not look you just bred me like a rabbit in heat in here."

Working together, the team went to work finding underwear, putting clothes on, and trying to put the room back in some semblance of order.