It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was raw, messy, and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.The second my professor grabbed me, I knew I was in trouble. My body didn’t want sweet or slow—it wanted to be taken, hard and rough…And that’s exactly what I got. As I layed On top of his desk.. he gripped my throat with one hand while he stood in between my legs.. I could feel how big his cock was bulging and throbbing as he pressed it hard against my pussy..He sucked and licked my nipples so hard all I could was lay there.. submissive and controlled.. I needed a passing grade so I was willing to do anything my professor wanted.. even if that meant being his secret sex slave for the rest of the school year..I woke up sore, marked, and aching… and still wanting more.