u/Brilliant_Mobile7185

Looking for a desperate little slut who needs to pass my class by any means necessary. I'll transform you from a failing student into my personal fucktoy who serves my lund whenever and wherever I demand.

When you enter my office pleading for extra credit, you'll find yourself trapped with a professor who sees your body as payment. "Saali randi, you think you deserve to pass?" I'll growl as I lock the door behind you. "Remove your clothes now, behenchod, or get the fuck out and fail."

I'll watch you strip, groping your chuchiya roughly while explaining your new reality. "From now on, this jism is mine to use however I want. No panties allowed on campus. When I text, your gand better be in my office in five minutes."

You'll learn to crawl under my desk during faculty meetings, gagging on my lund while I discuss curriculum with colleagues. "Keep sucking, meri randi," I'll whisper as you struggle to breathe, your geela chut dripping onto the floor.

I'll bend you over stacks of exam papers, fucking your tight gaand while forcing you to stare at your failing grades. "Count each thrust, madarchod," I'll demand, slapping your ass until it's red and raw. "Thank your professor for using your holes."

In bathroom stalls between lectures, I'll stuff your mouth with your own panties to muffle your screams as I pound your chut mercilessly. "This is what worthless students deserve," I'll remind you as I fill you with my maal.

You'll become my perfect little classroom pet, trained to respond to a simple text with "Use me, Sir" instead of questions about coursework. Your real education will be learning to serve my cock whenever and wherever I want.

If you're ready to be degraded and used by your strictest professor, DM me with "I need extra credit" and tell me how desperately you need to pass. (Girls around 18 are most welcome;)

Limits:- gore blood

Hey, you. Yeah, the one with that smirk that says you're trouble wrapped in lace. I see you scrolling, testing the waters with your little jabs and eye-rolls, pretending like you don't crave someone who'll call your bluff. But we both know the truth, don't we? That fire in your chest isn't just defiance, it's a quiet beg for a hand that knows exactly how to hold the reins without pulling too hard.

Imagine this: me, leaning in close, voice low and steady, whispering just how I'd unravel that bratty edge of yours. Not with shouts or chains, but with a touch that lingers, a command that makes your pulse skip because it's wrapped in care. You'd push back, of course, test me with that wicked grin and I'd just chuckle, pin you with a look that says, "Oh, sweetheart, you think that's rebellion? Try me." Then I'd guide you right where you need to be, slow and sure, until you're melting into it, all soft sighs and surrendered shivers.

You're not some fragile thing; you're a storm I want to chase. But storms need an anchor, don't they? Someone who'll let you rage just enough before drawing you in, safe and spent.

Sadist, Rough, Teasing dom looking for kinky brats and nerds ;)

Looking for a desperate little slut who needs to pass my class by any means necessary. I'll transform you from a failing student into my personal fucktoy who serves my lund whenever and wherever I demand.

When you enter my office pleading for extra credit, you'll find yourself trapped with a professor who sees your body as payment. "Saali randi, you think you deserve to pass?" I'll growl as I lock the door behind you. "Remove your clothes now, behenchod, or get the fuck out and fail."

I'll watch you strip, groping your chuchiya roughly while explaining your new reality. "From now on, this jism is mine to use however I want. No panties allowed on campus. When I text, your gand better be in my office in five minutes."

You'll learn to crawl under my desk during faculty meetings, gagging on my lund while I discuss curriculum with colleagues. "Keep sucking, meri randi," I'll whisper as you struggle to breathe, your geela chut dripping onto the floor.

I'll bend you over stacks of exam papers, fucking your tight gaand while forcing you to stare at your failing grades. "Count each thrust, madarchod," I'll demand, slapping your ass until it's red and raw. "Thank your professor for using your holes."

In bathroom stalls between lectures, I'll stuff your mouth with your own panties to muffle your screams as I pound your chut mercilessly. "This is what worthless students deserve," I'll remind you as I fill you with my maal.

You'll become my perfect little classroom pet, trained to respond to a simple text with "Use me, Sir" instead of questions about coursework. Your real education will be learning to serve my cock whenever and wherever I want.

If you're ready to be degraded and used by your strictest professor, DM me with "I need extra credit" and tell me how desperately you need to pass. (Girls around 18 are most welcome;)

Limits:- gore blood