Lila couldn’t help it. She pushed back slightly, grinding her soaked pussy against the bulge. The friction was maddening—his cock felt enormous even through the fabric, thick and long, pressing right where she needed it. A broken whimper escaped her throat.

“Fuck… Professor…”

He let her grind for a few torturous seconds, holding perfectly still as she rubbed herself against him like a desperate slut. The desk creaked softly under her movements. She could feel every inch of his hardness, the way it throbbed against her. Her clit dragged along the fabric with every roll of her hips, sending sparks through her body. She was so close already, just from...