#wolverine 2003

"stay after class." professor howlett barks as a response to your awful answer to an obvious question. it was really just to test if you've been paying attention in his class at all. he knew why you were distracted now and what was distracting you all this time.

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when you agreed to his order, you weren't expecting your mouth to end up wrapped around his girth as he sat in his desks office chair. howletts grip tight on your head, moans gurgling up from his throat as he fucked into your own. your own saliva foaming up at the corners of your mouth, throat tightening around him as you coughed up in struggle.

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walking up to him while everyone else left the room, your heart raced. was he onto you? he isn't a mind reader. how could he know your filthy secret? was he going to kick you out of his class?

howlett meets with you, "what has your mind captured more than my class?" stotic and serious. his question demands an answer. even though he knows it already deep down.

you know he knows. and that makes it even more harder to spit it out. it was perverted to think of a mentor in the way that you do, but you couldn't help it.

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"doing so good... yeah, sweet girl." your hair is played with, his hand running through it as his grip loosens. tears welt in your eyes; in which, are guled right to his. as you were ordered to do as well. the ground below you bites at your knees giving them deep red marks, which will bloom into purple ones later. "you know I don't want to be mean like this. be good all the time, doll. maybe I can reward you then, yeah?" his words make you weak. your stomach flipping. your pussy throbbing. "so fucking dirty." a hand smacks your cheek before meeting the same skin again but with a gentler touch to soothe the smack.

while your throat is stuffed full, your eyes gloss up in the process. his face above you blurs up from the tears rolling out of your eyes. "thinking of your own professor instead of your work." being completely out of control, howlett continues using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight. his cock works through your mouth smoothly as you allow him to. your tongue begins to peek out of your mouth, looking like you two are right out of a porn flim.

not being able to take anymore, a tap is delivered to his thigh. getting the message, he finally gives you a break as his cock gives a lewd pop out of your mouth. he leaves you a panting mess as you regain the little consciousness that you were losing before. "let me cum on your face, I want to watch you clean yourself up afterwards. then that grade'll be fixed, doll." he reassures, rubbing himself onto your lips.

"yes sir." eagerly replying, howlett fists himself. his head thrown back on the back of the chair. he quickly approaches his high again. "say my fucking name, baby." he demands, moaning it out in almost a incoherent voice. you do as you're told, coughing up his name before his ropes of cum cover your face.

licking your lips almost immediately, you try to clean yourself up fast before your next class. howlett pants, eyeing every move you make in attempt to get every last drop of his cum off of your face. it brings him joy, mustering up a delighted laugh to see you like this.