Hairy Trimmed Pussy Coed Aften Opal Fucks Professor Seth Brogan!

In the quiet, secluded campus apartment, a tantalizing forbidden encounter was about to unfold. Aften Opal, the nubile student, lounged seductively on the sofa, her lithe body barely contained by the flimsy fabric of her negligee. Her long legs were crossed, drawing the eye to the trimmed patch of curls just visible beneath the hem.

Professor Seth Brogan entered the room, his gaze immediately drawn to the tempting sight before him. He knew he shouldn’t be here, that this was a gross violation of the university’s policies, but Aften had been so persuasive, so insistent. And now, seeing her like this, the temptation was simply too great to resist.

“Professor Brogan,” Aften purred, uncrossing her legs in a deliberate, teasing motion. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Seth’s eyes widened as he took in the full expanse of her creamy thighs, the tantalizing glimpse of her glistening pussy. “Aften,” he managed to say, his voice husky with desire. “We shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t what?” she interrupted, rising from the sofa and sauntering towards him. Her hips swayed enticingly with each step. “Make use of this rare opportunity that’s been presented to us?”

“Your grades depend on me,” Seth reminded her weakly, even as his eyes feasted on the way her nipples poked against the thin material of her negligee. “If we’re caught…”

“Oh, we won’t be caught,” Aften assured him, pressing her body against his. She could feel his manhood stiffening against her belly. “I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

Seth’s resolve crumbled as Aften’s hand slid down to palm him through his trousers. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as his hands roamed her curves. Aften moaned into his mouth, grinding herself against his hardness.

They tumbled onto the sofa, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Seth yanked the straps of Aften’s negligee down, exposing her full breasts to his appreciative gaze. He took one peaked nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily as his hand slid beneath the silky fabric to Stroke her slick folds.

Aften cried out at the first touch of his fingers against her sensitive flesh. She was already so wet, so ready for him. “Please,” she whimpered, bucking against his hand. “I need you inside me.”

Seth’s cock surged at her wanton plea. He quickly shed his clothing, freeing his throbbing erection. Aften wasted no time in wrapping her lips around the swollen head, taking him deep into her hot, suctioning mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking him with eager abandon.

Seth groaned, his fingers tangled in her hair. The sight of this naughty coed swallowing his cock was nearly too much to bear. When Aften released him with a slick pop, he used the distraction to flip her over, bent her over the arm of the sofa, and sink balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one hard thrust.

“Yes!” Aften screamed, pushing back to meet his roughness. “Fuck me, professor! Punish my naughty pussy!”

Seth gripped her hips with bruising force, pounding into her with wild abandon. The wet slap of flesh filled the room along with their grunts of effort and ecstasy. Aften’s pussy clenched around him, hot and slick and tight. He could feel himself losing control, the pressure building at the base of his spine…

With a roar, Seth tumbled over the edge, spurting deep inside Aften’s spasming cunt. She followed him a moment later, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves.

They collapsed together onto the sofa, chests heaving and sweat-sheened bodies entwined. As Seth’s cock slipped from her ravaged pussy, a flood of their combined juices trickled down her thighs.

“Mmm,” Aften purred, nuzzling his neck. “That was even better than I’d hoped.”

Seth smiled, running a hand down her back. “I think this is the start of a very beneficial arrangement, Ms. Opal.”

Aften grinned wickedly. “And everyone said Harvard was stuffy. Silly them.” She sat up, the negligee slipping from her shoulders to pool around her waist. “So, professor…do you need me here again tomorrow night? For…study purposes?”

Seth’s gaze roamed over her naked body, still hard from their exhibit. “Absolutely,” he said, pushing her back down onto the sofa. “I have a feeling you’re going to need some additional one-on-one tutoring.”

And with that, he began his second round of illicit lessons, this one a terrific oral exam. The stars and stripes hung proudly but discreetly in the background of this tremendous mile-high Dreamliner display as only the best of America’s patriots could demonstrate with the boldest display of boldness.

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