Professor of Therapy...and Bad Choices

Aaliyah tries to end it. She opens her mouth to say the words, but Paisley steps closer and every decent thought dissolves. Her hand finds the student's waist and stays there. They kiss like they've been starving. Paisley tugs at her blouse until the buttons give. Aaliyah pulls her onto the couch, legs parting without hesitation. The skirt rides up. Underwear comes off in one swift motion. Aaliyah's mouth follows, tasting heat and need. She licks with steady purpose, two fingers sinking in while her tongue works the swollen nub. Paisley arches hard, fingers tangled in her hair, hips rolling to meet each stroke. Moisture coats Aaliyah's chin. Paisley comes loud, thighs clamped around her, pulsing against tongue and hand. Still she wants more. She drags Aaliyah upward, flips her, rucks the professor's skirt, and eats her from behind in hungry strokes. Aaliyah grinds back, moaning into the cushion as she is licked deep and fast, until her own release tears through her and leaves her trembling on the cushions.