Muse: PROFESSOR OZ
A freed fall in love agent
Six foot one in height
With that grey haired professor glam
Glasses to block his kinky side,
They ride the tip of his nose
Bending down striking a pose
He wore deep wrinkles in his clothes
Today he chose to rub it in my face
Professor Oz please.. your giving me a wet sensation
In places that has never been wet like this before
Pro-.. Sor I can’t breathe with your tongue in my mouth
Why is your licker so huge
Not in front of the class
He comes up from behind me leading his finger on the back of my neck
He grabs me by the ass and slams me on the desk
His glasses foggy from the heat arising from our bodies
Kissing more intensely this time
As if the crowd of other students was turning him on
Or if they had all left the room in silence
I could hear their jaw dragging on the floor
Like the sound of nails on a chalkboard
Running down slowly with teeth shattering cringes
His nails dug into my back as it arched into position
My face slamming on the carved 90’s wood
Saliva dripping along the side of my face
Onto the table creeping its way onto the floor
He pounds my kitten over and over
Pro-....Fess-....Or you make me feel so good
Take your hand and cover my mouth
I can feel a screech coming on
A huge load filled my hole
My kittens warmth was now gushing in creamy delight
He told me to get on my knees
Asked me to meow like a cat
Rub up against the bottom of his pants leg like i'm in heat
Or purring from relaxation and comfort
He reached down to grab the bottom of my chin
Rubbing it softly with the tips of his fingers
Still wet from my dripping pussy
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