Pure Taboo
Some taboos were made to be broken
Some taboos were made to be broken
Annie watches through a half-open door as Professor Davis rails another student bent over his desk. She sees everything—the thrust of his hips, the way the girl claws at the wood, the wet slap of skin. Next day she corners him. He shuts her down cold. One mistake, he says. Won't happen again. Annie leans in close. One word to the dean and that mistake turns into a career killer. His jaw tightens. He gives in. She tells him the rest while she locks the door: her father's a pastor, she's saving her pussy for marriage, but her ass is fair game. He bends her over the desk, yanks her panties aside, spits on his cock and pushes into her tight hole. She gasps, fingers gripping the edge. The cross around her neck swings with every thrust as he fucks her doggystyle, deep and hard, her hole stretched around him until she bites her lip to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole hall to hear.
Annie watches through a half-open door as Professor Davis rails another student bent over his desk. She sees everything—the thrust of his hips, the way the girl claws at the wood, the wet slap of skin. Next day she corners him. He shuts her down cold. One mistake, he says. Won't happen again. Annie leans in close. One word to the dean and that mistake turns into a career killer. His jaw tightens. He gives in. She tells him the rest while she locks the door: her father's a pastor, she's saving her pussy for marriage, but her ass is fair game. He bends her over the desk, yanks her panties aside, spits on his cock and pushes into her tight hole. She gasps, fingers gripping the edge. The cross around her neck swings with every thrust as he fucks her doggystyle, deep and hard, her hole stretched around him until she bites her lip to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole hall to hear.
