Student Bodies 7 - Part 3: Secure Her Spot

Britney Light already had Professor White on the line, same guy she'd been sneaking into bed for weeks, and now she needed him bare and photographed to get into her sorority. Hazing rules weren't hard to twist; they just said sleep with a professor and get proof. Easy. She was tired of waiting for promises that never came anyway. So she came over pissed and hungry, stripped him the second the door closed, and got right down to work. She pushed him onto the couch, dropped between his knees and wrapped her mouth around every thick inch. No romance, just wet heat and her tongue working the head until he grunted her name. His hands buried in her hair, hips jerking as she took him to the back of her throat again and again, saliva shining on her lips. When his legs started shaking she climbed up and straddled him, panties shoved aside, no time for stripteases. Her pussy was already dripping and she sank down fast, bottoming out in one greedy slide. She rode him hard, sweat rolling down her spine while she rode that shaft to the hilt every time. For a second she flashed her phone in his face—caught that stunned look in the lens—then threw it onto the cushion. Closer first, climax later. She turned around, hands braced on his knees, and let him watch her ass bounce, the way her tight walls squeezed him like a fist. Chad cursed. He grabbed her hips, fucked upward, pounding into the soaked heat. Britney felt him swell right at the edge, and she slipped off just fast enough to grab him, jack him, and watch thick ropes jet across her stomach and tits. The camera captured every glazed inch of his skin, limp cock shiny with her, face slack in orgasm. She saved it, sent the picture straight to the pledge chair before either one could say a word. Mission accomplished. And the sex was already her favorite part.