MIA KHALIFA – Professor Tony Rubino Giving One On One Lessons In The Library

In the hushed confines of a sprawling university library, a naughty secret was about to unfold. Professor Tony Rubino adjusted his glasses, the fluorescent lights glinting off the rims as he scanned the expansive stacks. Row upon row of books stretched out before him, but his mind was not on academic pursuits.

No, today, Professor Rubino sought a different kind of knowledge. A knowledge of the carnal variety, best imparted by a certain coquettish student he knew all too well. MIA KHALIFA, the bombshell with the curvy figure and the come-hither gaze, was MIA’s specialty in more ways than one.

MIA had slipped into the library, her voluptuous assets barely restrained by a low-cut top and a pencil skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. With each sway of her hips, Professor Rubino felt his pulse quicken. He beckoned her with a crooked finger, leading her into a secluded alcove shrouded by the towering bookshelves.

“MIA dear,” Professor Rubino purred, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve been expecting you.”

MIA bit her luscious lip, her chest heaving with barely contained anticipation. “Professor Rubino,” she breathed, “I’ve been looking forward to our…private tutoring session.”

With those words, MIA fell to her knees before the distinguished scholar, her nimble fingers already at work on his belt. Professor Rubino groaned, his manhood swelling in his trousers as MIA freed it from its confines. She licked her lips hungrily, marveling at his impressive girth before wrapping them around him in a succulent suckle.

“Oh, MIA,” Professor Rubino heaved, one hand tangling in her hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. “Your enthusiasm is Astounding. You’re a natural.”

MIA purred in delight, relishing the weight of his cock on her tongue, the musty scent of ancient books mingling with his musky aroma. She could feel the library’s many eyes upon them, the knowing gaze of countless authors and histories, bearing witness to their illicit encounter.

Professor Rubino wasn’t about to let MIA have all the fun, though. He hoisted her to her feet, spinning her around to bend her over a nearby table laden with dusty tomes. His hands kneaded her generous rump, thumbs hooking into her skirt to reveal the delectable globe of her ass, gleaming with a dainty thong. “Such a naughty girl,” he chided, even as he shoved the flimsy fabric aside to expose her dripping petals. “Always so ready, so eager.”

MIA moaned, arching her back to present herself to his probing fingers. “Only for you, Professor,” she whimpered. “I need you so badly.”

And with that, he plunged into her silken folds, groaning as her walls enveloped him like a velvet glove. MIA cried out, the culmination of her pent-up lust expressed in a wanton shriek that echoed through the aisles. Professor Rubino set a punishing rhythm, each deep thrust stirring an ancient book from its slumber, sending a puff of dust motes dancing into the air.

The illicit pair rolled together on the carpeted floor, groping and moaning, the very picture of carnal excess. Professor Rubino captured one of MIA’s bouncing breasts in his mouth, suckling the coral peak through the flimsy fabric of her top. MIA gasped, her back bowing as bolts of pleasure streaked through her body.

“Professor Rubino!” she keened. “You’re going to make me cum!”

“That’s the idea, pet,” he rumbled, grinding his pelvis against hers with renewed fervor. “Let go. Let it all out.”

And with a final, shuddering thrust, MIA did, crying out her release as she convulsed around him. Professor Rubino followed her over the edge, his own orgasm cresting in a rush that blurred his vision and set his teeth on edge.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sated limbs and rapid heartbeats, the hushed library bearing silent witness to their wanton coupling. Professor Rubino knew he should feel shamed, knew the impropriety of their actions was staggering. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when MIA was grinning up at him, her eyes glazed with satiated lust.

“Until next time, Professor,” she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

As MIA sauntered from the library, Professor Rubino leaned back against the bookshelf, already anticipating their next illicit rendezvous. He knew he should concentrate on more academic pursuits, but MIA KHALIFA had opened him up to a whole new realm of learning. And he intended to explore it to its fullest. After all, he reasoned, there were worse things in the world than dipping one’s pen into the ink of forbidden knowledge.