

Oh man, back in college, I hooked up with my teacher. Yeah, you heard that right—she was this smoking hot prof who knew exactly how to grade on a curve, if you catch my drift. We'd sneak around after class, her grading papers while I'd slip my hand up her skirt, teasing until she couldn't focus. One night in her office, she locked the door, bent over the desk, and begged me to fuck her hard from behind. I grabbed her hips, pounded away, watching her moan and grip the edges like her life depended on it. She came so loud, I thought the whole building heard. Best A I ever earned, hands down—naughty little secret that still gets me hard thinking about it.

Oh man, back in college, I hooked up with my teacher. Yeah, you heard that right—she was this smoking hot prof who knew exactly how to grade on a curve, if you catch my drift. We'd sneak around after class, her grading papers while I'd slip my hand up her skirt, teasing until she couldn't focus. One night in her office, she locked the door, bent over the desk, and begged me to fuck her hard from behind. I grabbed her hips, pounded away, watching her moan and grip the edges like her life depended on it. She came so loud, I thought the whole building heard. Best A I ever earned, hands down—naughty little secret that still gets me hard thinking about it.