He cums twice on my face!

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. She sat before him on the edge of the bed, her glasses reflections glinting in the faint light. He couldn’t help but stare, his eyes drawn to the gentle rise and fall of her ample bosom beneath her tight-fitted top. “Professor,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper, “I’ve been a naughty student. I need you to teach me a special lesson tonight.”

He swallowed hard, feeling his heart skip a beat. “Miss, I really don’t think…” But she cut him off, rising from the bed, her perfect breasts jiggling as she sauntered towards him with feline grace. “Professor, isn’t it about time you put that big, hard… book away? I’ve been very bad and I need a thorough, deep teaching.”

By now, she had reached him, her fingers curling around the front of his pants. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her curves brushing against him. “I-I don’t know if this is appropriate,” he protested weakly, but his erection was already straining against the fabric, betraying his true desires.

She smirked and wasted no more time, her nimble fingers unzipping his fly. Before he could react, she was on her knees, freeing his throbbing member. “Oh Professor,” she cooed, wrapping her soft lips around the tip. “Your… ruler looks absolutely perfect.” And with that, she took him fully into her mouth.

He gasped, his hand instinctively coming to rest on her head. He could feel the gentle pressure of her tongue swirling around him, the wet heat of her mouth engulfing him. This must be what it felt like to be taught by a real sorceress, he thought deliriously, as she bobbed up and down, taking him deeper with each pass.

Her hands never stopped moving either, massaging his balls, pumping his shaft, pinching and teasing his nipples through his shirt. She was relentless, an expert student who had clearly done her homework. He felt himself surging towards climax all too soon, embarrassingly so. But just as he was about to warn her, she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

“Not yet, Professor,” she giggled. “You’re not a two-minute man, are you? I need to milk out two rounds of cum tonight.” And then she was at it again, taking him as deep as she could, gagging slightly and then pushing through it. The combined stimulation of watching her push herself to her limit, her unbelievable blowjob skills, and the debauched context of his naughty student giving him head… he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a gutteral moan, he exploded in her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as jet after jet of thick, hot cum painted the back of her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her, moaning and stroking him through the climax. But even as he softened slightly, he could see her licking her lips, could feel her mouth once again surrounding the head of his spent cock.

“You taste so good, Professor,” she said, kissing and licking up and down his length. “I think you can teach me another lesson.” Her tongue found his balls, suckling and slurping them until they were shiny with her saliva. Then slowly, teasingly, she pulled herself back up his body, straddling him on the bed.

As she grinded her soaked panties against his cock, he could feel himself starting to come to attention again. The slickness of her need, the way her breasts bounced as she moved… his spine tingled and his member began to swell again. She captured his face between her soft, cum-smeared lips, and as she devoured his mouth, his hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading the perfectly rounded globes.

She moaned into his mouth, her hips rolling faster, her tongue thrusting in and out in a filthy mimicry of what she wanted him to do to her. But she wanted more from him tonight than penetrative contact. Breaking the kiss, she locked eyes with him, gripping his hair painfully as she positioned his rock-hard rod against her straining clit.

“Make me cum on your glorious cock,” she demanded breathlessly. “Fucking share my pleasure, you beautiful bookworm.”

And then she was riding him furiously, bouncing on his shaft, her perfect tits bouncing under her as she chased her orgasm. He gripped her waist, slamming her down on him as she slammed herself up, their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex and desperation filling the room.

Her ass jiggled spectacularly as she rode him, her wet cunt clenching around him. Watching her lose herself to lust for him, worshipping his dick, was unbearably erotic. He could feel her growing tighter, hotter, her moans growing louder and more erratic. She was so close.

With a roar, he flipped them over, pinning her to the bed, and POUNCING. She screamed in ecstasy as he fucked her hard, his prostate throbbing with need as she pushed him closer and closer to that edge. Her hands clawed at his back, her nails biting into his skin as she held on for dear life.

And then she was coming, thrashing and bucking beneath him, her eyes rolling back in bliss, a sweet squeal leaving her lips. Seeing her so undone, feeling her pussy fluttering around him, it was too much. With a growl, he emptied himself into her in pulsing, seemingly never-ending bursts.

Their eyes met as they came down from their shared high, her fingers tenderly brushing the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead. And then, with a devilish smirk, she said, “Welcome back, my sweet Professor. As much as I loved every aspect of that lesson, I believe a blowjob was promised. And a promise is a promise, yes?”

He groaned, but began to harden again at the sight of her full, lush lips, wet from sucking his cock, her hungry gaze fixed on what he still had left to give her tonight. As she positioned herself between his legs once more, he reflected on just how brilliant and thorough his teaching was going to be. This girl was a sexual A student, and he fully intended to wear her out before the night was through!