He regarded her in silence for a long moment, the pen lightly tapping first his bottom lip, then his top, back and forth. Finally, setting his pen dow..., the professor scooted back and patted the desk in front of him. "Come over here." Sniffling back tears, she rounded his desk and stood in front of him."No. Up." His large, warm hands circled her bare waist and lifted her onto the hard wood of his oak desk. "Now," He scooted back forward, so her legs dangled between his spread thighs, his hands. She nuzzled into his touch, her arms closing around his upper body, pulling him closer. She felt the strange tingly sensation again when he bit into her earlobe. The sensation travelled down between her legs. His hand followed. He would caress her thigh before the stroke went for her private parts. My pussy, she remembered the drunk guards saying whenever they loudly talked and boasted about their midnight aventures in the local brothels, why did they build paper thin walls, she thought annoyed. At the moment, they were tightly flexed to effect the presentation of her sex to my probing tongue. I pulled her to me, my tongue working now with greater confidence, seeking out unexpected nooks and crannies within the moist complexity of her womanhood, but always returning to the center of her sensation.Slowly, I built momentum as her breathing quickened and she began making small animal sounds. Faster, with very light pressure, I vibrated the sensitive nubbin with the tip of my tongue. As I. "Don't stop Billy." I didn't want him to stop to take me upstairs, I didn't want to have to blow out candles and unplug the tree, I didn't want to have to let go of him. I didn't care if the house burnt down, nothing was getting me out of his arms right now.That was answer enough. As if two minds were one he bent one leg and together we lowered to kneeling right there. Never were his hands still. He explored over my bare back, he clenched the silk in his hands and moved it over my ass before.