Tutor Says “I would do anything to get this job” S12:E9

Title: ” obstruction of justice: The Deepthroating Professor”

In the heart of Paris, at a prestigious university, Professor représenté a model student. With aspirations of grandeur, she would do anything to secure her desired professorship. Anything.

Her latest task? Seducing the notoriously strict and conservative Dean, Monsieur LeGrand, and turning his world upside down. wideness in the balance.

donning a tight, low-cut blouse that accentuated her ample bosom, she sauntered into his office. “Ah, Monsieur leGrand,” she purred, “I’ve come to discuss my application for the professorship.”

LeGrand, unexpectedly flustered by her ravishing beauty,adjust himself in his seat. “Oui,Professor représenté, but as you know, the competition is fierce. You must prove yourself worthy.”

rwinkling, she slinked closer, allowing her jacket to fall open, unveiling her ample cleavage. “But of course, Monsieur. I’m willing to go to great lengths to secure my dreams.”

Quivering, the Dean gripped the arms of his chair. “W-what are you suggesting,Professor?”

In a flash, she knelt before him, deft hands undoing his belt. LeGrand gasped as she fished out his semi-erect member and began to stroke it with expert precision. “I’m suggesting,monsieur,” she breathed huskily, “that I suck your cock like no other.”

With that, she took him deep into her waiting mouth, suckling him with enthusiasm. He groaned, fingers tangling in her silken hair as she bobbed her head, savoring the taste of his throbbing cock. She massaged his balls, moaning around his shaft, sending delicious vibrations through him.

Professor représenté would do anything to get this job, and she proved it with every slurping suck and hardy suck, taking him deeper and deeper into her eager throat. She gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes, imploring him to fuck her face.

Wet gurgles and the slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the office as she relentlessly deep throated him. His cock pulse and twitched in her slippery heat, aching for release. She could taste his excitement, the salty tang of precum coating her tongue.

Then, he bucked his hips, thoroughly fucking her mouth, holding her head in place as he used her like a sex toy. Drool ran down her chin, tears pricking her eyes, but still she moaned, craving his seed.

With a harsh grunt, LeGrand emptied himself down her ravenous throat. She swallowed greedily, relishing the rough sticks of his hot cum. He slumped back in his chair, spent and panting.

Professor représenté slowly withdrew, licking her lips, savoring the flavor of victory. “So,monsieur,” she asked silkily, “does this convince you that I’m the best candidate for the job?”