PROFESSOR!RAFE CAMERON
professor!cameron who stammers over his words and can barely breathe in your presence. every time you sit in his class, in those tiny, tiny skirts, tits pressed together. he has to try not to get hard during his lectures.
professor!cameron never asks you to stay after class, but you do anyway because you know he cant resist you. looking at him as you bat your eyelashes, nails grazing his chest and your chest pressed flush against him and you tempt him into giving in. he gets beyond nervous, not confident enough to touch you until you grab his hands, placing them on your ass as you bite your bottom lip. "I don't bite professor...unless you want me to.."
professor!cameron who may or may not already have a girlfriend, and yet it didn't stop him from looking at you like he knows your cunt tastes sweet. going to his office hours for no good reason other than to keep him company, and looking at the small trinkets, and other shit occupying his office. your fingers grazing over a polaroid of him and his girlfriend, giving a small giggle. "cute photo, it's a shame you don't look at her how you look at me."
professor!cameron finally confessing that he wants you so desperately. dreaming of you at night, thinking of you as he strokes his cock in the shower. palms sweaty as you sit on his desk in front of him, computer and papers pushed aside as your legs swing. his voice shaky, mouth dry. "y-you're very uh...voluptuous." a giggle leaving your lips as you hop off the desk, dipping low to palm him through his slacks. "professor cameron, you callin' me sexy?" his gaze averting to your hand and his tongue darting to his bottom lip, glasses slipping to the tip of his nose as he tries to keep composure. "uhh...," a silent 'fuck' leaves his lips as you continue to palm him, "yeah, yeah I am."
professor!cameron being nervous as fuck the first time you suck his dick after confessing, struggling to maintain eye contact and beads of sweat falling off his forehead as you take him down your throat. the moment you pull up for air, your hands continuing to stroke him, all to be heard being the wet sounds of your saliva sticky on his cock and his heavy breathing. he continues to breathe heavy, head thrown back until your voice speaks syrupy sweet. "rafeyyyy, look at me." a whimper leaving his lips when he catches sight of your eyes staring back at him and your tongue swirling around the thick tip of him, pre-cum coating your tongue.
