crafty eyes flashed out from under his glasses. He put the box in the top drawer and gestured to go. - Do you want to deserve my painting? - he playfully nodded down and unzipped trousers.

I was so happy that his mood was good again, and not like in a car! I shouldn't have persuaded me - I squatted down and stretched out my happy little hands to my professor's fly.

- Climb under the table!

I carried out his order, easily fitting between the professor's legs under his wide table in the corner of the pulpit. She got on her knees, a little sore from yesterday's bruises, and with all affection began to explore the teaching member I already loved so much. Sergey Borisovich stroked my head and looked so kindly that I melted under his gaze, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible.

The bell rang, and the corridors filled with the noise of many voices. But we did not think to stop playing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the professor threw a sly glance at me, put his finger to his lips, asking him to do his job as quietly as possible, and moved closer to the edge of the table, snapping the keys of the computer.

- Hello, Sergey Borisovich! Hello! - teachers came into the department one by one. The professor greeted him dryly and pretended that he was very busy working on the computer.

In the meantime, at first, carefully, then more and more confidently immersed a growing peak in my mouth. Soon the department became so noisy that I allowed myself to get carried away and almost swallow a member of the professor with savory sounds.

Suddenly, I felt Sergei Borisovich tense up. He was on the verge of the finish, but suddenly there was a knock on the door and it seemed to burst in with a small crowd.

- Sergey Borisovich, and we wanted to ask about the campaign tomorrow ... - Damn, I recognized the voices of my classmates.

- I sort of explained yesterday, and you said that you understood everything! - Sergey Borisovich responded with displeasure. - All questions to the headman.

- But she left ... to you. And she did not return - it was Svetik's voice. Here is a goatry curious!

“I gave her credit, and she left.” Look for ... - he already squeezed the armrests of the chair, reacting to my dancing with the tip of the tongue on the head of his penis. I liked it. - Tomorrow at 7 near the university, take what I dictated to you. The rest is in place on foot.

- And how are we going to pass the test?

I almost giggled - and this is how I am now! - but only rubbed her cheek against a powerful mace, tracing the outlines of my smile with it.

- Do not worry, pass! - it seems that the professor forced a smile out of himself to calm the students, and they set out to leave, urged by a bell to the lecture.

Gone and the other teachers from the department. And only then the professor allowed himself to growl, pull out my contented attractive face from under the table and several times put it rudely on his trembling stake, then shot me in the throat with warm seed. I swallowed everything, removing tears from my eyes.

- Thank you, Professor, for breakfast! - I smiled, licking. - I deserved your painting?

He handed me a record book.

- mocked? He said almost affirmatively, I was pretty smiling. - Now it's my turn. On the table belly! And jeans.

- Sergey Borisovich, but I have a lecture! - I did not understand what he wanted to do with me. Do not fuck the same - he just discharged.

- I will not delay ...

I humbly laid down on the table with my stomach, lowering my jeans and panties. She heard the professor open the top drawer and tried to peek.

- Nose, don't stick it!

I turned away, immediately feeling his fingers on my anus in something cold and slippery.He plentifully smeared me, having pushed one finger inside, actively crushed and penetrated with two fingers. It was a bit unpleasant - the priest hurt a little after yesterday's anal sex, but the gel made it easier. I removed my fingers and I felt relieved. But it was not all - something cold and lightly pressed against my little hole.

- What is it? - I suddenly panicked.

“This is the butt plug,” the smile showed in his voice. - Sit like a lecture, then you come to my 307th audience. And do not try to get rid of it yourself!

- Is it a gift or a punishment? - I felt the cork penetrate me completely.

“Both that and the other,” he slapped me on the bum, which responded with a languid smack in the lower abdomen. - Available!

I pulled on my panties and jeans. It seems nothing special causes discomfort. And the orders of the professor are not discussed! Having received a kiss from a man, I went to the exit. She turned around, playfully stroking her thigh to attract Sergei Borisovich. But he already watched me with undisguised lust.

- Go already, hooligan! Let's see if you will be set up to play after this pair ... - it sounded even somehow threatening. I grinned cheerfully and hurried to the lecture.