Pornstar Kira Queen Fuck Her Professor To Celebrate Their Recent Divorce (Divorced Milf Sluts 2_02)

The sultry Czech MILF, Kira Queen, had recently finalized her divorce, and she was determined to celebrate her newfound freedom. With a body that could makenovice priests stray, she was a temptress shrouded in allure, her voluptuous curves a testament to her age and experience. Kira’s husband had been foolish enough to let a gem like her slip through his fingers, but she wouldn’t make the same mistake with her next lover.

Kira arrived at the university, a seductive vision in her tight-fitting skirt and low-cut blouse. Each step was a deliberate sway, an invitation to fantasize about the treasures concealed by her scant clothing. She was there to meet with her professor, Dr. Vladimir, to discuss a paper about the Black Plague, but there was more to her visit than academic discourse.

Professor Vladimir, a middle-aged man with a penchant for fine suits and a sprinkling of grey hair at his temples, was a man of intellect and reason. He had a wife at home, a faithful companion who was the epitome of wifely devotion. But Kira was something else entirely, a siren calling to his libido, and he couldn’t resist her magnetic pull.

She entered his office, the clack of her heels against worn wood announcing her arrival. Kira leaned over his desk, giving him a generous view of her ample assets, and handed him the paper she had written. Dr. Vladimir’s eyes lingered on her curves before he reluctantly met her gaze.

“Your paper is…adequate,” he said, his voice strained. “But I think we can both agree that your work could benefit from more personal attention.”

Kira smiled, a coy curl of her lips that spoke volumes of her intentions. “Professor, I was hoping you might be willing to give me the extra… guidance I need.”

She moved around the desk, her ample ass swaying hypnotically, and perched herself on the edge. Dr. Vladimir watched, his resolve weakening with each passing second. Kira’s hand rested on his thigh, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on the fabric of his trousers.

“You’ve always been so kind to me, Professor,” she purred, leaning in close. “I’ve never been good at following rules… but I’m great at following… suggestions.”

Her hand inched closer to his crotch, and she felt him stiffen under her touch. Dr. Vladimir groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. “Miss Queen… this is… improper…”

“But it feels so right,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Don’t you want to taste my forbidden fruit?”

She guided his hand to her breast, and he cupped it instinctively, feeling her nipple harden under his palm. Kira gasped, arching into his touch, and Dr. Vladimir was lost, his sense of propriety crumbling in the face of such unabashed desire.

He stood up suddenly, pushing her onto her back on the desk. Kira laughed, a throaty sound filled with promise, and spread her legs to welcome him. Dr. Vladimir grabbed her thighs, his eyes devouring the delicious sight of her lace-adorned mound.

“Such a naughty girl,” he growled, his fingers hooking into her panties and tearing them away. “I should punish you for your insolence.”

“And I should thank you for your thorough… instruction,” Kira countered, her hand moving to the bulge in his trousers. She stroked him through the fabric, feeling him throb under her touch.

Dr. Vladimir unzipped his pants with a speed that spoke of desperation, freeing his hard, thick cock. Kira’s eyes widened at the sight, and she licked her lips in anticipation. He was just how she liked them—big, better, and more than ready to please.

She tugged him forward, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and guiding him to her entrance. Dr. Vladimir pushed forward, sheathing himself inside her hot, wet pussy with a groan of pleasure. Kira gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled her to the brim.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted, his hips starting a steady rhythm. “I knew you’d feel like heaven.”

“Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into his back. “Show me what a bad girl I’ve been.”

Dr. Vladimir complied, pounding into her with a fervor that spoke of decades of pent-up sexual frustration. Kira met his thrusts, her hips rising to take him deeper, to feel every inch of him stretching her deliciously.

Their bodies moved together, a carnal dance of lust and forbidden desire. Kira’s moans echoed through the office, spurring Dr. Vladimir to fuck her harder, to claim her in a way his wife never had. She was his now, his naughty little student, and he would make her his again and again.

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Kira cried out, her pussy clenching around him as the pleasure built inside her. She was close, so close, and she could feel Dr. Vladimir’s thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers moving faster on her sensitive nub. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

Kira obliged, her body tensing as the pleasure crested, washing over her in waves of ecstasy. She came with a scream, her pussy contracting around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Dr. Vladimir followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself inside her. Kira moaned, feeling the warmth of his seed fill her, marking her as his.

They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, their bodies entwined on top of his desk. Kira smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction that had nothing to do with the orgasm she had just experienced. This was what she had wanted, this forbidden tryst with her professor, and she had finally gotten it.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their illicit encounter, Kira knew that this was just the beginning. She would continue to seduce and tease and tempt, and Dr. Vladimir would continue to indulge her every whim. For they had both discovered the thrill of the forbidden, and neither of them was willing to let it go.