My name is Jasmine Sherni, and I’ve been enrolled in this so-called “brat-taming program.” My offense? Using the school’s chemistry lab to synthesize a batch of potent sexual enhancement pills. Frankly, my professor is completely overreacting; I’m a model student in every other regard. However, to salvage my academic future, I’ve had to consent unconditionally to every single one of his corrective… treatments.
It began with an intensely thorough cavity search, far more invasive than I anticipated. I expected a mere glance, but instead, he buried his face between my cheeks, probing my ass with his tongue before stretching me open with his fingers. Next, I was ordered to test the mouth-watering pills I’d created. The method? Ingesting one and then wrapping my lips around his rigid cock so he could personally evaluate the intense, tingling freshness of my throat. The deeper I throated him, the more extra credit he promised.
For the final test, he fashioned a bikini from ice cubes, tracing the frozen blocks over my rock-hard nipples and my dripping wet pussy. The shocking cold against my heated skin drove me wild with lust. I was practically begging for relief when he finally sat back and ordered me to impale myself on him. And that’s when he made his point clear, growling that he was going to use my cock to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Getting out of trouble was the goal, but being fucked senseless on his desk was an unimaginably better reward.
