Professor Harlan didn't waste time with small talk when he locked the classroom door. "Strip," he ordered, his voice low and rough as he turned to face Jenna. She was already 19, legal as hell, and she'd been flashing him those fuck-me eyes for weeks during lectures on Victorian lit. Now she was alone with him after hours, and he wasn't playing games.
Jenna peeled off her sweater first, then her skirt, letting both hit the floor. No bra underneath, just perky tits with hard nipples begging for attention. Her panties came next, and she kicked them aside, standing naked in the empty lecture hall. Harlan stepped closer, unzipping his pants without ceremony. His cock sprang out, thick and already leaking. "On your knees," he said.
She dropped fast, wrapping her lips around him. No teasing, just wet sucking as she took him deep. Harlan grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, thrusting until she gagged on his length. Spit ran down her chin, but she kept going, eyes watering while her hand worked the base. "That's it, you little slut," he growled. "You've been dying for this cock in class."
He pulled out and hauled her up, spinning her around to bend her over his desk. Papers scattered as he kicked her legs apart. Her ass was up, pussy exposed and dripping. Harlan didn't finger her first. He lined up and slammed inside in one hard thrust, stretching her tight cunt around his shaft. Jenna moaned loud, pushing back against him. He fucked her rough, hips slapping her ass with every stroke, the desk creaking under them.
"Harder," she begged, and he gave it to her. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached around to rub her clit in quick circles. Her juices coated his balls as he pounded deep, hitting her spot until she clenched and came, walls pulsing around him. Harlan didn't stop. He kept driving in, pulling her hair to arch her back, making her tits bounce with each thrust.
He flipped her onto her back on the desk next, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was swollen and slick. He shoved back in, watching his cock disappear into her. "Look at that greedy hole taking it," he muttered, pounding faster. Jenna's legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass. She came again when he pinched her nipples, body shaking as she cried out.
Harlan pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock over her stomach. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her skin, marking her tits and belly. He rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it on her. Jenna lay there panting, legs still spread, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Same time tomorrow," Harlan said, tucking himself away. Jenna nodded, already reaching for her clothes. The door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out into the hall, his load drying on her skin under her sweater.