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You said nothing as you cast your backpack aside and closed the gap between her. You grabbed her waist, pulled her towards you, and planted your mouth on hers. This woman could have passed as one of your classmates, but the way her tongue moved around your own reminded you that she was much more than a classmate. You continued your kiss as you grabbed her right hand from your shoulder and pulled it downwards. She needed no further encouragement as she grasped your entire length. After getting a good estimate she broke the kiss and brought her mouth tantalizingly close to your ear and whispered, "Oh my..."

This sparked something inside you and with a burst of confidence you pushed her towards her desk. She fell backwards and sprawled herself, presenting herself and spreading her legs. You quickly removed yourself from your jeans and took position between her thighs. Before sealing the connection you looked towards her one more time. She only smirked and used a single finger to beckon you towards her. This was all the consent you needed. You grabbed her waist and drove yourself inside her as deep and hard as you could. For all of the stoic composure your professor demonstrated to this point, even she could not keep a whimper from escaping. You drew yourself out and thrust forward again. Hard. Another whimper. And again. This time a groan. And again. And again. Your movements were choppy but this was not meant to last. This was not meant to be drawn out.

Miss Leuer grunted with your every forward motion. She never broke eye contact with you. Not once. Her eyes only offered a challenge. Harder. More. You were eager to meet that challenge. She reached her arms above her head and grasped the opposite edge of her desk. Even strong, determined Miss Leuer needed to brace herself against your onslaught. Her body was now even more on display than it was before. You moved one of your hands from her waist and gripped a breast. Still her eyes never left yours. You started to find a rhythm and wondered if anyone outside the office could hear the tell tale sound of flesh meeting flesh. Your professor seemed to care as little as you did. She even began to laugh.

When her eyes finally left yours in order to throw her head back and laugh, you felt as if you were free from her spell. You needed to have her in more ways than one. You abruptly pulled out of her and lifted her up by her shoulder. She couldn't predict what you wanted and you more or less treated her like a rag doll. You spun her around and grabbed her waist with one hand and pushed her head onto her desk with the other. She offered no resistance. Satisfied with her position, you hoisted her skirt above her ass. You liked her in the skirt. You liked seeing her bare ass even more. You lined yourself against her and once again gripped her waist. With as little fanfare as your first penetration, you drove yourself forward once again. Your professor let out a similar whimper and gripped the sides of her desk. Expecting more. Wanting more. You were too eager to provide.

Your movements were just as abrupt as before. Slowly out, and quickly in. The desk rattled with every thrust. Your eyes were fixed on the back of her head, your focus on her tight warmth. It almost surprised you as she turned to look back. She looked you dead in the eyes, slowly nodded, and groaned "More." You had wanted to last longer but this encouragement proved too much. Your balls began to tighten as you wondered where you were going to finish. You never discussed this portion. The most reptilian part of your brain was begging to pump your offering inside her, while the more rational portion wanted to unleash on her back and ass, staining her skirt as a permanent reminder of your joining.