He fucks her

As Wyatt pinched Ms. Lane's tit, she mewled as she bit her lip.

"Don't screw me over."

Wyatt took hold of her shirt and slid it off. He let his eyes travel over the expanse of her stomach as she wiggled, looking to find a comfortable position. Sliding her skirt off of her legs, Wyatt let his eyes travel down the line of her boobs to her fit stomach and her shapely legs.

His gaze lingered on her closed eyes as her fingers dug under her panties and found her clit. "I would be the luckiest guy if I could fuck her in her sleep," Wyatt thought to himself as he shifted his gaze back to her boobs. "Maybe I shouldn't push my luck."

Her mouth parted, and she moaned.

Wyatt groaned as he looked down. His cock was hard as a rock. He had been on edge since seeing her. If he was going to do this, he needed to do this now.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled as he dropped his pants while pinching her nipple.

He lifted her up and laid her down on the table. Luckily, she stayed asleep as Wyatt slipped her panties away. Wyatt was no longer questioning whether Ms. Lane would wake up. Somehow, he knew that she'd stay asleep until he wanted her to wake up.

Bringing her legs in the air where her feet touched his shoulders, Wyatt moved back and forth as his dick entered into her body. His body moved up and down, faster and harder, as he felt her heat and wetness against his penis.

"Oh, fuck!" Wyatt said as he slid in and out of her body, feeling the pressure as his dick penetrated her body. He wanted Ms. Lane to call out his name while in her sleep.

"Oh, Wyatt. Don't stop," Ms. Lane mumbled. Her hand gripped the edge of the table as her other hand gripped her breasts. Though Wyatt could see the waves of pleasure washing over her resting face, her eyes remained closed.

Wyatt's eyes were drawn to her chest as he could see her them rising and falling, just as he could feel the pressure in his erection as he held her by the hips.

"Oh, fuck!" Wyatt said as he felt his body building up for climax.

"Fuck me, Wyatt," Ms. Lane mumbled.

Wyatt grabbed her hips to flip her over. He took his shirt as he resumed to fuck her from behind.

He could feel himself close to climax when he heard a knock at the door. Wyatt stopped and pulled out of Ms. Lane's soaking pussy. A cute snore escaped from the professor as Wyatt stood frozen at the jiggling door.