Cum in her mouth then fuck her

You glance over at Jake, intending to include him in your twisted adventure, but your attention is abruptly drawn back to Ms. Jordan as you take firm control of her head, unable to fight the urge to thrust deeper into her warm mouth. The sound of her gagging and **** stirs something primal inside you as you face fuck her, your grip tightening in her hair.

Jake stares in disbelief, his words utterly failing him. The sounds of your teacher struggling to breathe only fuels his own arousal, though, and you can see his erection strain against his pants, betraying his shock with wanton desire.

Breathing heavily, in between her gasps and gags, Ms. Jordan feebly attempts to carry on with her lesson, somehow not missing a beat despite her distorted speech. "A-And this -glick- will lead to the production of -glhrrk- CO2 and... H2O… -glag- as the -gulp- main products…"

Fighting the wave of pleasure that threatens to overtake you, your hips snap forward in response, your cock now plunging even deeper down Ms. Jordan’s throat. Her eyes widen, filling with tears as she struggles to process what's happening, her mouth still desperately trying to form words despite being filled with your throbbing erection.

Sensations reaching their peak, you bellow in ecstasy, gripping her head tighter and hugging her tear-streaked face against your body as you explode into her throat. You can feel Ms. Jordan shudder involuntarily as she's completely overpowered, her body trembling from unbridled submission.

Jake watches the display, completely speechless at what he's witnessing but unable to deny the effect it's having on him. His cock is practically throbbing inside his pants, his hands trembling as he's caught in the throes of desire and fear.

Feeling satisfied for the moment, you carefully extricate your pulsating cock from Ms. Jordan's warm, wet throat. As you do so, some of your sticky seed trickles down her chin and drips onto the floor below, forming a small pool of cum. Ms. Jordan, finally able to breathe freely, doesn't seem to realize the full extent of her submission as she reflexively licks her lips, savoring the remnants of your taste.

Continuing her efforts to maintain her lesson, Ms. Jordan's voice now rings out more clearly, albeit with a hint of strained passion. "Now—please direct your attention to... to this slide, where you can see how the reactions unfold in the... the tricarboxylic acid cycle." Unbeknownst to her, cum dribbles out from the corner of her mouth with each word she utters, creating a scene of erotic debauchery.

You refuse to let the fun end here, though. With a lustful, burning intensity, you reach forward to assist Ms. Jordan in positioning herself over her desk. She doesn't resist—whether out of compliance, exhaustion, or a twisted sort of curiosity, you're not sure. What you are sure of is that she looks absolutely enticing bent over like this, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths.

You allow your hands to roam up her smooth thighs, following their contours until you reach the hemline of her dress. With a quick, bold motion, you pull it up to reveal her lacy panties, which are now soaked through and clinging desperately to her moist, swollen lips. The sight sends a shiver of lust down your spine, and you're unable to resist pushing the flimsy garment aside to expose her ****, quivering hole.

Ignoring Ms. Jordan's strangled gasps of shock, you align your slick, cum-smeared cockhead with her entrance, and without hesitation, you plunge into her inviting depths.

"Oh God..." she moans, momentarily losing control of her façade. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, and presses on with her lecture. "This... cycle ultimately produces... several important molecules, such as... ATP and, um, NADH..." Her voice cracks on the last syllable as you begin to thrust in earnest, fully aware of the **** pleasure it's bringing her.

The squelching sound of your cock driving in and out of Ms. Jordan's seething entrance harmonizes with the broken, passionate notes of her voice as she struggles to keep reciting her lesson. Her fingers grip the edge of the table until her knuckles turn white, her whole body quaking as you ravage her dripping cunt.

"Why don't you tell us more, Ms. Jordan?" you taunt, increasing the intensity of your pounding. "How does the Krebs cycle regulate... metabolic processes?"

She stammers, **** on her words as your relentless thrusts bring her closer and closer to the edge. "It... it plays a, um, central role in... in... in breaking down, ah... carbohydrates, and, uh... fats, and, oh God... proteins..."

The atmosphere in the small room is electric—filled with the sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh, heavy breathing, moans, and **** academic stammering. Through it all, though, Ms. Jordan remains bent over her desk, trying to persevere in her role as an educator while certain boundaries are irreversibly shattered.