My Second Anal Confession

Kenzie needs a letter from her professor. She’s already in his office when he arrives, tiny blonde in a short skirt and no panties. She closes the door, sits on the desk edge, and parts her knees so he sees everything. His name is Mick and he’s the first to taste her. He drags his tongue from the base of her slit up to the tight bead above it, slow, wet, deliberate. Kenzie sighs, fingers sinking into his hair, hips rolling against his mouth. When he stands she drops to her knees and takes his cock in one smooth motion, lips stretched, throat working deep until spit trails down his shaft. She looks up, eyes glassy. He lifts her onto the desk, turns her, and presses the blunt head against her ass. She pushes back, takes him inch by inch until her rim clenches around the root. He fucks her deep, steady strokes that make the desk creak. Then she climbs on top, facing away, riding him with slow, grinding rolls of her hips, her cheeks spread, his cock buried in her ass while she rubs her clit. He flips her onto all fours, slams in harder, pulls out and strokes until thick ropes paint her face and open mouth. She licks her lips, eyes half-closed, already planning what she’ll ask for next.