She felt what can only be explained as sheer desire overcome her as she pushed at his open shirt, forcing it from his body. She wanted to feel his nak...ed body pressed against hers, she wanted him and she didn’t know why…only that she wanted him to take her. Isabella threw his shirt aside and began unbuckling his belt as it landed in the pool. She struggled with opening his jeans as they had been pulled tight from what she soon realized was a very hard, very large cock. She moaned as she. He laughed, “That’s a grave insult, Mr. Adams! If I’m the establishment, I’ve failed miserably and become my father!”“What did he do” I asked.“He was a political science professor,” he said with a wan smile. “I probably should be teaching at Berkeley, not at an engineering school in the Midwest.”“No, you’re in the right place, professor. Your teaching has forced me to think about things and validate my own ideas. I don’t agree with you, but I’ll listen.”He nodded, “Every semester it seems that. I wanted to talk about work, just vent a little, but as usual all he wanted to do was fuck. So I sent him on his way. He got all pissy and started complaining that I've been a bitch to him lately. I really don't have much patience for that these days, so I just slammed the door on him. I don't think I'll be seeing much of him anymore.The funny thing is, I was really horny when he came over. I was totally in the mood for a good fuck, just not with him. I tried the vibrator after he left, but it. The tutor gasped and moaned as she started running her fingers through my hair, "Oh fuuuuuck... don't stop.... You got me so close already.... Mmmmmm".Her moans got louder, and her breathing a lot heavier as I licked her horny cunt the way she always dreamed it would be. She gripped onto the side of the desk as she felt herself hit her limits. A loud heavy moan broke through her lips as her body achieved orgasm, the first one ever provoked from cunilingus, followed by heavy panting. I felt her.