Mi Alumna Mexicana Quiere Pasar la Materia y Me Deja GRABARLA,Sexo Amateur.

Title: “My Mexican Student Wants to Pass the Course and She Lets Me Record It… Amateur Sex”

The day had finally arrived, and I, a middle-aged history professor, was nervously preparing for what was to be the most exhilarating and forbidden encounter of my life. It had started as a harmless flirtation between Maria, my 19-year-old Mexican student, and me. Her plump brown lips curled into a devilish smile every time she caught me staring at her voluptuous curves during my lectures.

I knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too great. Maria was a natural flirt, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned forward, exposing her ample cleavage. With a wicked grin, she’d snap a picture of her pencil marks on the desk and caption it, ” Studying hard, Professor.” The implied message was clear.

Desperate to pass my course, Maria had come up with a proposition: “What if I help you break the monotony of your lectures by taking some…private lessons with you?” Her voice dripped with sultry seduction. I knew it was against university policy, but my mind was filled with visions of her bare, olive-skinned body writhing beneath me.

We had agreed to meet at my office after hours. The air was thick with tension as Maria sauntered in, her tight red minidress hugging every curve. Without a word, she locked the door behind her and sashayed towards me, her hips swaying seductively. I could feel the bulge in my pants growing with each step.

“Professor,” she purred, sliding onto my lap. “I’ve been a very naughty student. I think I need some…disciplinary action.” Her hands roamed over my chest, her touch electric. I leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume as I claimed her lips in a searing kiss.

Maria’s tongue danced with mine, her fingers fumbling with my belt buckle. She broke away, panting. “I want you to fuck me right here on your desk,” she whispered, her chocolate eyes dark with desire. “And I want you to record it all.”

With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone, hitting the record button. Maria turned, bending over the desk and hiking up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties, her bare ass glistening with arousal. I groaned, my cock straining against my slacks.

“Practice makes perfect, Professor,” Maria teased, spreading her ass cheeks apart. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I freed my throbbing member, giving it a few strokes before pressing the head against her slick entrance. Maria let out a soft moan as I slowly pushed inside her, her tight walls clenching around my shaft. The sensation was exquisite, her velvet heat engulfing me completely.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunted, beginning to piston my hips, thrusting into her with abandon. The desk creaked rhythmically as I pounded into Maria’s dripping pussy, my balls slapping against her thighs. She moaned like a wanton whore, pushing back against me, urging me to fuck her harder.

“How do I rank on the syllabus, Professor?” she panted, her voice laced with lust. “Am I an A+ student?”

“Not yet,” I growled, my hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack. “But you will be after this lesson.”

I continued my ruthless assault, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the empty halls. Maria’s cries grew louder, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she approached her climax. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she chanted, her nails digging into the desk.

Feeling my own release approaching, I reached around, finding her swollen clit with my index finger. I rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Come for me, Maria,” I demanded. “Let me feel you cum on my cock.”

With a scream of ecstasy, Maria’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft, milking me for every last drop. I followed seconds later, my seed shooting deep inside her, marking her as mine.

We collapsed against the desk, both panting and spent. I ended the recording, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I imagined watching it again and again. Maria, however, looked concerned. “Professor,” she said, tugging down her skirt. “What if someone finds out?”

I chuckled, pulling her into another searing kiss. “Don’t worry, mi amor. Your secret is safe with me.” I winked, smirking. “Besides, I have a feeling this won’t be our last lesson together.”

Maria blushed, but the devilish glint in her eye told me she was eager for more. And who was I to deny my star pupil? As a teacher, after all, my job was to provide hands-on experience. And I had a feeling Maria was just getting started.