"Aah... please... your fingers... please..."
She pleaded. Her hips shifting minutely, seeking more friction as she angled her body towards him.
"Oh, so you want me to finger you?"
Professor Hart's face flushed harder at Joren's question.
"I..."
Her words were cut short as Joren shoved his finger deeper into her needy hole, a sharp gasp escaping her throat.
"Aah!~"
Her thighs trembled, pressing together around his wrist as she tried to contain the overwhelming pleasure.
Joren began pleasuring her with his finger, grinding it against her G-spot, her back arching, legs spreading shamelessly as her pleasure began building up.
"Mmmh... there... right there... "
she gasped, her breath ragged. Her hips rocking subtly, guiding Joren's finger deeper into her cunt as she sought more friction and pressure.
Her pussy clenched around him, warm and dripping. Her fluids had already begun to flow freely and had soaked her skirt. Her eyes, which were filled with lust, were focused on the spot where his soaked finger disappeared inside her.
"Ngghh!... that's it... play with my pussy... I'm so wet for you right now... "
A thrill went through Joren, and he leaned closer, whispering.
"I want you to squirt all over my fingers."
"Ahh... yes!... I'll cum... I mean squirt... I'll squirt on your hand!"
Joren grinned lustfully at her words.
"Good, cause I'm gonna make you cum hard."
He slid a second finger into her already tight hole, stretching her further.
Professor Hart's body jolted as Joren pushed the second finger inside her, her back arching further as her walls clamped down around him.
"T-too much—too full!" she gasped, but her hips didn't pull away; rather, they pressed hard against his fingers, seeking more of that delicious stretch.
Her walls fluttered around his fingers, sucking greedily as if to pull them deeper into her womb. The feeling made a wave of arousal to wash over him. The thought of having his dick stretching her open and ravaging her stuck to him, causing a stir in his pants. He leaned closer again, whispering.
"After this, I want to fuck you, so hard that you won't be able to walk properly."
The words seemed to deepen her arousal.
"Yes!... please... fuck me hard... ruin me... nngh!"
She moaned quietly, trying desperately not to be too loud so as not to draw attention to them.
Joren began working her again, his fingers curling to tease her G-spot relentlessly, while his thumb circled her clit, smearing her fluids all over it.
The pleasure was becoming too much for her to bear. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. Her thighs trembled violently, muscles taut as she struggled to keep her legs spread for him.
"I can't—Joren, I'm gonna—" Her words dissolved into a guttural moan as her body surged forward uncontrollably, her back arching like mad. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her grew louder, slick with her arousal as she came hard on his fingers, her fluids soaking them thoroughly.
Prof. Hart's walls gripped Joren's fingers tightly as her orgasm came, her walls fluttering, hips jerking.
Her moan was audible, but wasn't loud enough for the others in the library to notice. Or maybe they just didn't want to know who was moaning in the library. Either way, it wasn't going to stop Joren from ruining his horny professor.
His fingers slipped out of her folds with a wet sound as she came down from her high, her walls twitching, aching for the sensation of being filled.
He brought his fingers, thick with her arousal, glistening with slick moisture to his lips. The salty-sweet taste of her coated Joren's tongue as he slid his fingers inside his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft groan.
Prof. Hart watched, her face flushed dark pink, her chest rising and falling rapidly, still recovering from her recent climax, as she observed him, a small moan escaping her lips.
"Joren," she breathed, her voice low and strained, thighs pressing together as if to hide the fresh heat that was building in between them.
"Touch me again... I... I want to feel your hands on me..."
Joren looked into her eyes: they were filled with lust. She had just cum, but still wanted him to finger her again.
'Who knew Professor Hart was this needy?'
He thought to himself.
His hand went to her inner thigh, dangerously close to her core.
"But we can't stay in this library. We'll have to go somewhere... private."
He said, voice low.
Professor Hart didn't hesitate.
"My office! Nobody will disturb us there!"
She said, adjusting her skirt and panties, and standing up.
"Let's go."
Her eagerness had surprised Joren. He hadn't expected her to be this willing. Either way, he wasn't going to waste this golden opportunity. He was going to ruin her.
"Okay, let's go."
He said, standing to his feet and falling into step behind her.