Nerd Girl Fucks Prof

Katty Blessed plays the straight-A student, glasses slipping down her nose, knees tight under that plaid skirt. Vincent sees straight through the act and decides class is in session. He peels the uniform off like he’s tearing a bow open—each button slower than the last—until that tiny body pops free. Firm tits, just enough to fill his palms, and an ass so round he bounces the apple from her old lunch off of it. Tongue-out, he starts mapping those curves; every lick a slow drag, reading every line by taste. She’s soaked already, cotton clinging to swollen lips. He frees those and dives in, sliding fingers knuckle-deep while his tongue thrashes her clit until she loses the rhythm of breathing. She’s hustled onto the desk; stockinged legs wrapped around his hips. He rails her straight through morning labs, wood grain creaking in protest. Slaps land full-palm on that bubble, chalky handprints showing through. Good girl voice turns filth when she climbs down, kneels, and drills her throat over his dick with wet little grunts. Vincent snatches her hair and says that effort gets an incomplete. He plants her on the tile in piledriver—heels flying over her own head—then beats another deep rhythm into that gushing cunt until her glasses fog. Final grade blasts across her cheek and pouty mouth, thick stripes cooling on flushed skin. Teacher gives an appreciative nod: "Friday, six sharp. Bring a notebook."