Secret Crush

Avery shows up after class wearing a short skirt and a smile. Mick, her psych professor, stays late grading papers when she locks the door and steps close. He opens his mouth to send her away, but her fingers are already on his belt. She drops to her knees, pulls him out, and takes him in her mouth until he’s hard and quiet. When he finally stands, she turns, lifts the skirt, and shows the small jeweled plug already seated in her ass. Mick’s hand finds the base. He twists it once, then replaces it with his cock, pushing deep in steady strokes. She stays bent over the desk, cheek pressed to scattered papers. He pulls out, brings his length to her mouth again for a slow, wet taste, then sinks back in. Her breath fogs the wood. He keeps the rhythm even, deeper each time, until the tension breaks across her face and drips down her chin.