Cockwarming law professor! Higuruma while he's grading papers ☆
You straddled his lap, your skirt hiked up around your waist, panties long discarded on the floor. His thick cock was buried deep inside your pussy, stretching you full and unmoving, the heat of him pulsing against your walls as you fought to stay still.
Higuruma's dark eyes flicked between the essay in his hand and your flushed face, his large nose brushing your cheek as he adjusted his glasses with one hand.
"Quiet now," Higuruma murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and into you. He shifted slightly, just enough to make your inner muscles clench around his length, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.
"These papers won't grade themselves, and you're not helping by squirming like that." His free hand rested on your hip, fingers digging in firmly to hold you in place, the calluses from endless hours of writing scraping your skin.
You bit your lip, nodding as you leaned forward, your breasts pressing against the crisp fabric of his button-up shirt. The fullness of him inside you was intoxicating—every subtle twitch sending sparks up your spine—but you knew better than to grind down. Not yet. "Sorry, Professor," you whispered, your breath hot against his neck. "It's just... you feel so good. So deep."
He hummed in acknowledgment, turning a page with deliberate slowness, the red pen in his grip scratching notes in the margins. But his cock throbbed inside you, betraying his focus, the tip nudging that sensitive spot that made your thighs tremble.
"Flattery won't get you extra credit," he replied dryly, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. His hand slid up your back, tilting your head back gently, exposing your throat. He leaned in, lips grazing the pulse point there. "But if you can stay still for the next ten pages, maybe I'll reward you."
The promise hung in the air, thick as the arousal coating where your bodies joined. You clenched involuntarily around him again, your pussy fluttering as wetness trickled down his shaft, soaking his balls. Higuruma's breath hitched, his pen pausing mid-sentence. "Naughty," he chided, his voice dropping an octave. He set the paper aside momentarily, both hands now gripping your ass, spreading you wider on him without thrusting. The stretch burned sweetly, your clit brushing his pubic bone in a tease that had you whimpering.
"Please," you begged softly, rolling your hips just a fraction despite his warning. The friction was minimal, but it dragged his veined length along your walls, making your toes curl in your shoes. "I need to move. You're so hard—fuck, Professor, you're throbbing."
He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue sweeping in to silence your pleas, tasting the desperation on your lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide behind his glasses.
"Patience," he growled, picking up the next paper as if nothing had happened. But his hips bucked up once, sharp and controlled, burying himself to the hilt and making you cry out. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pussy spasming around him as the jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core.
For several agonizing minutes, he graded in silence, the only sounds the scratch of his pen and your ragged breaths.
You could feel every inch of him—hot, rigid, the ridge of his head pressing insistently against your cervix. Your arousal dripped steadily now, creating a slick mess between you, the scent of sex mingling with his cologne. Desperate for more, you nuzzled his jaw, murmuring, "How many left? I can't... I need you to fuck me."
Higuruma's pen stilled again, and he dropped the stack entirely this time, papers scattering across the desk. "Enough," he rasped, finally giving in. His hands clamped down on your hips, lifting you just to slam you back down, his cock spearing deep.
You moaned loudly, head falling back as he set a punishing rhythm, the chair creaking under the force. "You wanted this, didn't you? Sitting on my cock like a good little student, teasing me while I work."
"Yes—God, yes," you gasped, bouncing on him now, your pussy swallowing him greedily with each descent. His thrusts were precise, hitting that spot over and over, building the coil in your belly tighter. One hand snaked between you, thumb circling your clit in firm strokes that made your vision blur.
"Cum for me," he ordered, voice strained as his own release neared, cock swelling inside you. "Milk my dick—show me how much you needed it." The words pushed you over, your orgasm crashing through you in waves, walls clamping down rhythmically as you shuddered in his lap. Higuruma followed with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he flooded your pussy with hot spurts of cum, filling you until it leaked out around him.
He held you there afterward, both of you panting, his softening cock still sheathed inside your pulsing heat. "Papers can wait," he murmured against your lips, stealing a lazy kiss. "You've earned a break."
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