Indian College Teaching Sucking Her Colleague Big Cock MMS Scandal
Title: Forbidden Desires – The College Professor’s Taboo Enlivenments Disclosed
The sultry Indian summer had Australians yearning for a cool respite. But inside the dimly lit study room of the prestigious Rajasthan University, temperature rose to scorching levels as spicy passions ignited. One would have expected academics discussed within these hallowed walls, not lewd acts that would make a porn star blush. Yet, the unthinkable transpired when Ms. Priya Patel, a tantalizing young sociology professor, found herself swapping expertise incum with her virile colleague Dr. Vikram Singh.
It all began when Priya requested a meeting to discuss a joint research paper, her luscious curves barely concealed beneath a flimsy blouse and skirt. Vikram, a distinguished history professor with a chiseled physique, couldn’t help but appreciate her sensual allure. As they sat close, debating theoretical paradigms, their knees brushing, electricity crackled between them.
“I think our research could benefit from a more…practical demonstration of concept,” Priya purred suggestively, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. Vikram felt his manhood stir to attention, straining against his trousers. He was no saint, having indulged in campus trysts before. But never with a colleague. The risk of discovery was thrilling.
“*Pun intended*,” she winked. Overcoming his reservations, Vikram leaned in and captured her pouting lips in a torrid kiss. Priya sighed in delight, opening to him as their tongues entwined. Nimble fingers danced across his chest, roaming lower until she palmed his bulging erection. He groaned into her mouth.
Frantic hands tore at fabric, unveiling flawless mocha skin and taut muscles. Breasts tumbled free, pert nipples just begging for his touch. Vikram lavished attention on the rosy peaks, suckling and nipping until Priya writhed with pleasure. Her deft caress on his cock had him throbbing urgently.
Nudity accomplished, Vikram shouldered Priya onto the sturdy desk, sending scattered papers flying. Parting her thighs, he lapped hungrily at her slick folds, his tongue swirling around her engorged clit. “Oh god yes!” she keened, fisting his hair. Her sweet nectar coated his lips as he ate her out ravenously, determined to make her come undone.
Within moments, Priya came unraveled, gushing into his mouth while she wailed her pleasure. But Vikram was far from done. Flipping her over, he positioned his thick crown at her sopping entrance. With a flex of his hips, he plunged into her hot sheath, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck!” he grunted, savoring her tightness.
Gripping her hips, he pistoned in and out, ratcheting up the force and speed with each powerful thrust. Priya pushed back to meet him, her ass jiggling with each impact. The lewd smack of flesh against flesh filled the room as Vikram drilled into her relentlessly, chasing his release.
Sweat glistened on rippling muscles as they moved as one slick piston. His sack tightened, balls drawing up as his orgasm neared. “I-I’m going to…” Priya panted, her walls fluttering around him. With a final surge, he hilted deep and exploded, flooding her clenching sex with jet after jet of his seed. “Vikram!” Priya screamed, her own climax crashing over her in riotous waves.
Collapsing atop her, they rode out the aftershocks, chest heaving and heart pounding. Utterly spent, Vikram slipped free of her welcoming body, a trickle of his essence seeping out. They lay entwined, bodies cooling, until reality crashed back in. “We can’t… this was…” Priya stammered before fleeing, gathering her scattered clothes.
Vikram watched her go, sauntering back to his desk cockily. But his smug smile slipped when a student lounging in wait spoke up. “Quite the performance, Professor. ‘Twas educational indeed.” Vikram paled as he recognized Dr. Priya’s husband, Anuj.
Just then, a telltale buzz sounded. Anuj lifted his phone, playing back the entire sordid scene in crystal clarity – aided by well-placed hidden cameras. The consequences were dire, but Vikram worried most about the scandal. This campus coupling would make headlines!
What started as a clandestine collision of bodies now promised to become a notorious college catalogue cover story. The MMS scandal – a cautionary tale of how forbidden fruits tempt, and the desire to indulge overrides all reason. For in the end, Vikram learned the sharpest tools students have are never found in classrooms, but rather… below the belt.
