He will play along at first, before things get rough

Ms. Myers kept her fingers tangled in his hair, her newly youthful body pressed flush against him in open challenge. The heavy drape of her cherry-red hair fell over his shoulders like warm silk while she waited, lips hovering just above his, eyes bright with expectation.

With his heart hammering in his chest, David fought the urge to pull away. Part of him knew he should stop this right now — Rachel was waiting back in the dorm, and he had already pushed the curse far beyond anything he’d intended. Yet the other part of him, the one still burning with years of resentment from every icy glare and cutting remark she had ever thrown his way in this very classroom, wanted this badly.

Swallowing hard, David spoke in a quiet, obedient tone:

"The door to Professor Myers’ office is now locked, and the entire room is completely soundproof. No one outside can hear anything that happens in here until we both decide we’re finished."

The moment the words left his mouth, a faint shimmer rippled through the room. All outside sound vanished at once. Footsteps in the hallway disappeared. Distant student chatter faded into nothing. Even the steady drone of the air conditioning fell completely silent. The large lecture hall suddenly felt smaller and far more intimate, as though the entire campus had been cut off from them.

Ms. Myers let out a low, throaty purr of approval. “Good boy,” she whispered hotly against his lips, then rewarded him with a deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue slid boldly into his mouth, claiming him as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding her heat against the growing bulge straining in his pants.

For the next few minutes he let her have control. She shoved him back until his ass hit the edge of her desk, fingers working eagerly at his shirt buttons. Her long cherry-red hair spilled forward like a silky waterfall, brushing teasingly over his bare chest as she trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. Soft, needy sounds escaped her with every kiss while her newly youthful body moved with confident hunger, clearly revelling in both her fresh curves and the power she believed she held over him.

Ms. Myers let out a low, throaty purr of approval. “Good boy,” she whispered hotly against his lips. Her tongue slid boldly into his mouth as she rolled her hips in slow, sensual circles, grinding her warmth firmly against the thick bulge in his pants.

She took her time, clearly enjoying being in control. With a playful push she guided him back until his hips pressed against the edge of her desk. Her fingers worked his shirt buttons open one by one, then trailed slowly down his chest as she leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck. Her long cherry-red hair spilled forward like liquid silk, brushing teasingly over his skin with every movement.

“Relax, David,” she murmured against his throat, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Let your professor take care of you.”

He let her lead for several long moments, staying mostly still while her hands roamed confidently over him and her full breasts pressed warmly against his chest.

But the more she teased him with that patronizing tone, the more years of buried frustration boiled hotter in his veins.

When Ms. Myers finally pulled back, a smug little smirk playing on her lips as she reached for his belt, something inside him snapped.

In one swift motion he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and bent her forward over the desk. Papers scattered across the floor. Her long cherry-red hair spilled wildly over the wooden surface like a bright red banner.

Not expecting this Ms Myers gasped sharply. “Oh? Feeling bold n—”

She never finished.

David pressed in close behind her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear, then yanked them down in one rough motion. The fabric slid down her thighs and pooled at her ankles, fully exposing the smooth curve of her ass and the slick, glistening folds between her legs.

His massive curse-enhanced cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. He gripped the thick base and slowly dragged the swollen head up and down her wet slit, coating himself in her arousal before pressing firmly against her entrance.

Without warning he thrust forward hard, burying every inch of his enormous length inside her in a single powerful stroke.

Ms. Myers cried out sharply, her voice echoing through the empty lecture hall before the soundproofing swallowed it. Her fingers scrabbled desperately across the wooden desk, nails scraping for any kind of grip as her tight, newly youthful pussy stretched wide around his thick cock. A full-body shudder ran through her.

David didn’t hold back.

He gripped her hips with both hands and started fucking her with deep, relentless strokes. Each thrust slammed his hips against her ass with a loud, wet smack. His pace was brutal and steady. He kept one hand fisted tightly in her knee-length cherry-red hair, using the silky strands like reins to pull her back onto his cock with every forward drive.

Ms. Myers moaned loudly, the sound raw and broken. Her heavy breasts bounced and slapped against the desk with every powerful impact. Her long red hair swayed wildly across her back and spilled over the sides of the desk as she was rocked forward again and again.

At first her moans were sharp and surprised, but they quickly turned deeper, needier. Her inner walls clenched greedily around his massive shaft, fluttering and squeezing with every deep thrust. Her thighs trembled. Her back arched sharply, pushing her ass higher to take him even deeper.

“Fuck… yes…” she gasped, voice hoarse and shaking with pleasure. She tried to speak again but another hard thrust cut her off, turning her words into a loud, **** cry.

David leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. He kept pounding into her without mercy, his hips snapping forward again and again. The desk creaked under the **** of his thrusts. Sweat began to glisten on her smooth skin as he fucked her harder, faster, driving his thick cock into her over and over.

Ms. Myers’ moans grew louder and more frantic. Her legs shook violently. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around him rhythmically, growing wetter with every stroke. She pushed back against him as best she could, eagerly meeting his rough rhythm even as her body struggled to handle the intensity.

“Oh god… David…” she whimpered, her voice cracking. Her eyes were half-lidded, her full lips parted as she panted heavily. Every brutal thrust **** another broken moan out of her. Her newly perky breasts bounced wildly against the desk, nipples hard and sensitive from the constant friction.

He kept going, relentless. Minutes passed as he fucked her without slowing down. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the soundproof room. Ms. Myers’ thighs were slick with her own arousal. Her knees grew weak, but he held her firmly in place by the hips and hair, not letting her collapse.

She came hard the first time with a sharp, wailing cry. Her entire body tensed, pussy spasming violently around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her fingers dug into the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.

But David didn’t stop.

He continued pounding into her through her orgasm, drawing it out longer, forcing more **** sounds from her throat. Only when her first climax began to fade did he slow down slightly… just enough to let her catch a single shaky breath.

Then he started fucking her even harder.

A broken sob of overwhelming pleasure tore from the professor’s throat. Her second orgasm slammed into her far faster and far more violently than the first. Her legs gave out completely beneath her, knees buckling as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her body.

Using his strong hands to grip her hips hard, David held up her body up so she remained bent over the desk even as her legs gave out beneath her. He kept driving into her without mercy, slamming his thick cock deep with every brutal stroke. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his shaft, squeezing and rippling with each powerful thrust as if trying to pull him even deeper.

Her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, milking his shaft in rhythmic, greedy contractions. Sharp, breathless moans spilled from her lips with every thrust. Her entire frame shook violently. Sweat glistened across her smooth skin as her heavy breasts bounced and dragged against the wooden desktop. Long strands of cherry-red hair stuck to her flushed, sweat-slicked back and shoulders.

By the time Ms Myers’ second climax started to subside, she was a panting, trembling mess. Her long cherry-red hair stuck to her sweaty back. Her voice had grown hoarse from moaning.

Still, David kept thrusting deep and powerful, his own release building as he used her body to work out years of frustration.

Ms. Myers was barely holding on anymore. Her legs trembled violently beneath her. Her voice had gone hoarse from moaning and crying out. Every brutal thrust **** another broken whimper from her throat as her newly youthful body was pushed well past its limit.

David’s grip on her hips tightened. His thrusts grew shorter, harder, more erratic. He could feel the pressure coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine. His massive cock throbbed heavily inside her, stretching her slick walls with every **** plunge.

With a low, guttural growl, he buried himself as deep as he could go. His hips slammed against her ass one final time and held there.

He came hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her tight pussy in powerful spurts. Pulse after pulse, he emptied himself into her, filling her completely. The sheer volume of his release was overwhelming. Some of it leaked out around his thick shaft and dripped down her trembling thighs.

A shattered, keening cry tore from Ms. Myers’ throat as she felt him explode deep inside her. Her walls clenched wildly around his pulsing cock, milking every thick spurt as another intense orgasm crashed through her body. Uncontrollable tremors shook her from head to toe. Her fingers scraped uselessly across the desk while strands of her long cherry-red hair clung to her sweat-slicked back.

But David remained buried deep inside her for several long moments, hips twitching with aftershocks as the final pulses of his release filled her. Only when the last waves of pleasure began to fade did he slowly pull out, his thick cock sliding free with a wet sound.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately began leaking from her well-fucked pussy, running down her inner thighs.

Ms. Myers remained bent over the desk, panting heavily, her body limp and trembling. Her chest heaved with every shaky breath. A faint, satisfied smile played on her swollen lips despite how thoroughly used she looked.