Making The Grade

In the quiet hush of the professor's office, college boy Jake Waters arrives for what should be a simple tutoring session. But his eyes linger too long, his smile too knowing. He'd rather tangle tongues with Dillon Diaz than crack open a textbook. Dillon hesitates, job on the line, but Jake's whisper seals the pact—our secret, just us. Fingers deftly unfasten the belt. Jake drops to his knees, mouth watering for that thick, pulsing cock. He takes it deep, lips stretching, tongue swirling with hungry precision. Dillon's restraint snaps. He spins Jake around, shoves the skimpy thong aside, and dives in—tongue lashing the smooth, eager rim, teasing that tight young hole until it's slick and begging. No barriers. He thrusts in bare, raw heat claiming every inch. Jake bends over the desk, ass up, moaning as Dillon pounds home. The student flips the script, voice husky: play with my hole, Professor. Dillon obeys, fingers circling, probing while his cock drives deeper. Jake demands more—toy with me. Dillon pulls out slow, deliberate, then slams back in, a teasing rhythm that builds to frenzy. They shift; Jake on his side, Dillon buried inside, grinding close. Jake's hand wraps his own long shaft, stroking fast. He erupts, hot ropes painting his chest and belly. Dillon laps at the mess, savoring the salty spill. Then he pulls free, strokes himself to the edge, and unleashes—thick blasts coating Jake's stomach and that still-throbbing cock, marking his satisfied pupil.