Hey mr professor.
I bet you love your job, don't you? Surrounded by all these hot college girls.
So fresh. So fuckable.
Well, they don't come any more fresh and fuckable than me.
I know you've been looking. I've seen you. But it's ok, how could you not?
What red blooded man wouldn't look at a hot young blonde with big blue eyes and big round tits looking up at him from the front row every single lecture.
I like you looking. I want you to look.
Can I tell you a little secret?
I think you're kinda sexy.
In fact, scratch that, I think you're really sexy.
I get so wet hearing you talk.
Does that please you? Knowing that this hot, little, fresh, fuckable college slut is sitting up in the front row looking up at you adoringly with these big blue eyes and a hot wet pussy?
Sorry, did I say something to make you feel uncomfortable? You look a little bit flustered?
Was it when I called myself a little slut?
Don't worry, I'm not really.
I mean, I do love to fuck but so far, I've only ever been with these little college boys.
I've never had a real man but I do need one. I need one so bad to really take such good care of me.
You really do look uncomfortable there, professor, tugging at your collar like that.
It IS hot in here, though. Do you mind if I take this tiny little cardigan off?
Oh, I'm being so clumsy. I don't seem to be able to undo this button for some reason.
Do you think you could help me? Don't be shy, I just want you to help me with this button. You can come close to me. I don't mind, I like it.
Oh, thank you, mr professor. You've got such strong, sensitive hands. I really like that in a man.
Oh, thats much better, don't you think?
That cardigan was so tight, its much more comfortable just in this little vest top.
You don't mind that I'm not wearing a bra, do you? This vest top is pretty flimsy and it's true that you can see my nipples through it but thats OK between just us.
I think my boobs must be getting bigger or something, I swear none of my bras fit anymore.
What do you think, professor, do you think my boobs have got bigger?
Anyway, I like the way they look like this. Big, round tits pushing up against this flimsy white fabric. I think it looks pretty sexy, don't you agree?
I admit, I couldn't really go out like this. I mean, it wouldn't really be decent, would it? Big round tits bouncing up and down as I walked down the street.
Everyone would look.
But, its just you and me professor. I feel safe with you. I know you'll treat me right.
But, anyway, where were we?
Oh yes, that's right. I was telling you how wet you make me.
So wet, professor. Positively dripping.
So wet that my cute, little panties are soaked after class and I have to go straight home after to slide them off.
Then I lie back on my bed, spreading my legs, imagining I'm spreading them for you while I touch myself thinking about your hands all over me and inside me.
I get myself off for you so good, mr professor.
Do you ever think about me professor?
Don't you want me, professor?
Don't you want some sweet nineteen year old pussy? I bet you've forgotten how tight and wet, fresh, fuckable nineteen year old pussy is, haven't you?
Or do you have all the girls? A sexy, smart sophisticated man like you, must have all the college sluts just throwing themselves at him.
I bet you've got one of those little college whores bent over this mahogany desk every other week, don't you?
No? Just me?
That's so exciting.
You excite me.
Do I excite you?
Do I get you hard? Does the sight of my big tits in this little vest top get that big strong manly dick of yours all hard and ready to fuck?
Don't be shy. You can tell me.
It would be so much naughtier if you could show me.
I just long to see it.
See it. Touch it. Suck it. Fuck it.
Oh, professor you get me so horny. So fucking horny, all wet and wanting and ready to fuck.
Don't tease me, anymore, professor.
I can't bear it. I need you.
Here, give me your strong hand. Feel my dainty little hands wrapped around it.
Place it on my breast, feel how soft and warm and ripe I am.
Let me slide your hand down my body. No. Don't hold back, let me guide your hand where we both want it to go.
That's right, professor, thats right.
Slide it under the waist of my skirt. Don't stop now.
Slide it down, down, underneath these black lace panties, slide it over my skin, open me up, professor, feel the wetness.
Feel my sweet, fresh, fuckable pussy.
Oh god, professor. Touch it.
Just. Like. That.
Oh, you feel just as good as I knew you would.
Better.
Oh fuck, professor.
Take me. Fuck me. Have me.
Don't tease me anymore. Take me, I'm yours.
That's right. Pick me up and perch me on the desk. Lets let this silly little skirt fall on the floor.
Slide my panties down my long legs then spread me open for you.
Oh, professor!
You're so naughty. Yes, take control.
Oh, your tongue feels so good inside me, deep inside my hot wet cunt.
Oh god, yes, taste me, lick me, have me.
Oh, don't stop. Don't stop.
Make me come.
I've spent so many lonely wet nights, naked between my sheets dreaming about your tongue inside me, lapping my tight wet pussy, tonguing my hot little hole.
I knew you'd be so good at it.
Know how to treat a sexy little pussy right.
But, oh fuck, professor.
You're even better than I ever dreamed.
Oh God, that's it, lick my clit, baby, this hot little slut's tight wet little pussy wants to come so hard in your face.
That's it, rub your face all over it. I want you dripping in me juices as you thrust your tongue in my tight little hole.
Oh. Fuck. Professor.
Just. There. Lick me just there.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck fuck.
I'm coming for you, baby, I'm coming professor.
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.
Oh, my professor. You're such a naughty man, but such a big strong man who knows how to please.
I knew you would be.
Now, fuck me.
Get that big dick out and put it inside me. Feel how tight and wet and juicy this sweet little nineteen old pussy is.
