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Danielle started to throb, feeling herself moistening, liquefying for him. He dragged her pants over her legs, smiling at her simple white cotton boy shorts. He smoothed his hands over her thighs, parting them, his fingers slipping into the seam of her panties, shocking her with their heat.
She grabbed him by the front of his pants, rubbing her hand over his pulsating bulge. He watched as she started to loosen the constraints of his pants, rubbing her clit with her own juices. Danielle moaned, hurrying to pull off his opened pants, hearing them fall lightly to the floor. He wore black boxer briefs, tight in all the right places. She wrapped her hand firmly around the base of him and tried to drag him closer, shifting to the very edge of his desk. Davis pulled back, sliding out his leather desk chair, and sat directly between her legs. He stripped her of her panties, pressing his mouth up the insides of her thighs, finally dipping his tongue into her opening.
He looked up at her, stroking her clit with his tongue, easing his forefingers inside of her. Danielle groaned, gripping the back of her professor's head, pulling him closer. Her nerve endings were afire, every sensation magnified a thousand times. The mere idea of the eroticism of her position-- on her professor's desk with her legs spread-- intensified her pleasure.
"Please, Professor," she heard herself say, "I need your help."
Davis groaned between her thighs, escalating his pressure, grasping her legs and throwing them over his shoulders, spreading her out more, sucking on her clit, plunging his fingers into her. Danielle supported herself against the wall behind the desk, weakened by Davis's experienced touch, hoping, waiting, aching to feel his thickness buried inside of her. She tried to pull back from him, struggling against the grip of his arms around her legs, and he finally released her, pulling back from between her legs, licking his lips and grinning.
She hopped off the desk, sensuously sweeping over to him and leaning down to pull off his boxers, watching his erection spring out, completely swollen, and much thicker than she'd expected. She encircled him with her hand, rubbing the head of his cock against her palm, and straddled him on the chair, her breasts directly in his face, her expectant opening hovering over his organ, rubbing him against her wet lips.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, watching his slight torment as she pushed him slightly inside of her, pausing for his response.
Davis ran his hands over her ass, pulling her to him and pushing himself deeper into her in the process. She moaned, now completely pressed against him, rolling her hips lightly over his to preserve his depth, letting his tongue rove over her nipples again. She rode him in the his chair, rocking her body, letting him watch her breasts bounce up and down with her movements, moving to meet the rise and fall of his hips. His hands clutched her derrière, unwilling to let her go, as though wanting to keep her as close to him as possible.
Danielle felt the heat rise up within her, felt a force outside herself overtake her senses, her actions. She moved faster, her blonde head dropping back, arching her breasts nearer to his face, unable to control the ecstasy of the continuous friction on her clit. She came hard, digging her fingers into the back of his head, his shoulder, as a primeval scream erupted forth from her lips, convulsing uncontrollably on her professor.
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