18yo College Student Stroking Her Professor Huge Cock! – Dulce Dinero

Title: “An Elaborate Encounter: Dulce Dinero and Her Professor’s Disciplined Stroking Session”

In the dimly lit study room of a prestigious university, Dulce Dinero, an 18-year-old co-ed with a penchant for pushing boundaries, found herself alone with Professor Derek Mitchell. The 30-something history professor was known for his intense lectures and demanding coursework, but Dulce had discovered a different side to him – one that she found utterly intoxicating.

Dulce had been seeking extra credit to boost her grade, and Professor Mitchell had graciously offered to tutor her after hours. However, as the days turned into weeks, their private sessions had taken on a decidedly provocative tone. Dulce, with her sultry hazel eyes and infectious smile, had quickly honed in on Mitchell’s weaknesses, subtly flaunting her youthful curves and energetic spirit.

One particularly tense evening, as Mitchell poured over his notes, Dulce slid onto the edge of his desk, her short skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing peek at her lacy panties. “Professor Mitchell,” she purred, leaning forward to give him an ample view of her cleavage, “I really want to impress you.” Her words dripped with innuendo.

Taken aback by her brazen display, Mitchell tried to maintain his composure. “Dulce, I’m not sure that’s appropriate. We should focus on your studies.” But as her small hands began to massage his shoulders, his resolve weakened.

Emboldened by his growing arousal, Dulce slid off the desk and onto his lap, her lithe frame-straddling his muscular thighs. “Oh, Professor, I want to make you feel good,” she whispered as her fingers trailed down his chest. “I know what you want, and I’m here to give it to you.”

With a deft hand, Dulce unzipped Mitchell’s pants, freeing his impressive manhood. She gazed at it with undisguised hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “My, my, Professor. You’re even more magnificent than I imagined.” She smiled wickedly as she began to stroke his rock-hard length.

“Dulce, we shouldn’t…this is wrong,” Mitchell protested, but his words lacked conviction. He couldn’t resist the magical motion of her fingers gliding along his shaft.

“Shh, Professor. Let me make you feel good,” Dulce cooed, increasing the pressure and speed of her strokes. Her other hand cupped and caressed his heavy balls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Spurred on by his obvious enjoyment, Dulce leaned forward, her ample breasts pressing against his bare chest. “I love your cock,” she breathed against his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “I want to worship it, make it mine.”

She punctuated her words by trailing feather-light kisses along Mitchell’s jawline, her fingers working feverishly on his throbbing member. She could feel him pulsing in her grasp, knew that he was close to the edge.

“Tell me what you want, Professor,” Dulce demanded, her hazel eyes flashing with intensity. “Tell me how you want me to stroke this big, beautiful cock.” Her hand never ceased its delicious torment, her fingers dancing along his length.

“Ah, fuck, Dulce,” Mitchell groaned, his hips bucking upward involuntarily, seeking more of her touch. “Don’t stop, baby. Just like that, fuck, your hand feels amazing.” His words were punctuated by heavy breaths, his chest heaving with each thrust of her hand.

Dulce reveled in his submission, in the power she held over this powerful man. She crouched back slightly, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the pearl of pre-cum that had gathered there. “You like that, don’t you, Professor? You like it when I stroke your big, thick cock?”

“Yes, god, yes,” Mitchell growled, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He gripped the arms of his chair, his knuckles turning white with the force of his restraint. “Stroke me harder, baby. Make me come for you.”

Dulce obliged, her strokes becoming faster, more aggressive. Her hand moved like a blur, the wet sound of her fingers gliding along his slick length filling the room. She could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing in her grip, signaling his impending release.

“Come for me, Professor,” Dulce demanded, her voice low and husky. “I want to see you come undone, to watch this big cock erupt in my hand.” She milked him vigorously, her fingers twisting around his length, squeezing and stroking until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a guttural groan, Mitchell came hard, his semen spurting forth in thick, creamy ropes. Dulce caught it deftly, her hand working until she had wrung every last drop from his pulsing cock. She marveled at the sight of his release, at the way his potent seed coated her fingers, marking her as his.

As Mitchell drifted back down from his intense peak, Dulce brought her slick hand to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste his essence. She closed her eyes, savoring the salty, musky flavor of his come. When she opened them again, they were filled with hunger, with the promise of more to come.

Mitchell, still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, could only watch as Dulce sucked his seed from her fingers with a provocative smack of her lips. He knew that this was only the beginning, that Dulce’s insatiable desire would lead them down a trail of depravity and debauchery.

And as he gazed into her smoldering hazel eyes, Mitchell knew that he would follow her anywhere, validate her every whispered command. For in that moment, he was hers to use as she pleased, her willing subject in a game of seduction and submission.