Kaylee took a deep, slow breath. She stood in front of her doctoral advisor’s office, looking anxiously down to the laptop in her arms. You’ve gone over this so many different ways… but you won’t feel confident about this until you talk to Professor Garner. She set her eyes, face shifting to the most serious expression she could muster. Vera isn’t… so bad…?

She might not think much of me sometimes, but she’s my advisor. That means my performance reflects on her, right…? Kaylee’s expression briefly faltered, a pitiful whimper sliding from her lips as her shoulders slumped.

Her red-framed glasses slanted on her face, bringing Kaylee back into the moment. She shook her head to try fighting away the uncertainty as she pulled the laptop tighter—if still quite carefully—against her chest with one of her arms. The other reached forward, her knuckles hovering in front of the wood. You can do this, Kaylee. Just knock on that door, sit in front of her desk, and—

“Hello, Miss Copeland.” Professor Garner’s face wore a cool, self-assured smirk. Their height difference meant that Kaylee needed to look up to see her professor’s face in a way that couldn’t help but make her feel lesser. “You’re late to your appointment, but I imagined I’d find you out here.

Speechless, there was little Kaylee could do other than stare uselessly up at the taller woman and the way her short blonde hair perfectly framed the beautiful, strong features of her face. Everything about Vera looked sharp and professional from her crisp powder-blue button-up blouse, to her long black pencil skirt, all the way down to her pair of immaculately clean black heels. Please…”

With a quiet sigh, Vera stepped back and motioned into her office. “Please… Come in. I have a feeling this is going to be a very important meeting.”

“Th-thank you, Professor…!” Kaylee’s cheeks burned. She glanced away as she made her way into the well-decorated office, setting her laptop down on her lap as she sat on the closer side of Vera’s desk. “Sorry for being late… I know that I need to defend my thesis soon, and I know that means I need to be confident in the research I’ve done—”

Not even needing to speak, merely by clearing her throat, Vera pushed Kaylee to silence. For several moments, the only sound filling the small room was Kaylee’s awkward squirming drawing quiet whines from the chair underneath her.

“Do you feel like you’re ready for that…?” Vera pulled the door closed behind her. A click of her black heels against the floor covered up the sound of her door locking before she made her way to the other side of her office. “You were able to do that research, and your papers were published in peer-reviewed journals, but that’s very different.” Vera sighed, and despite her best efforts a pitiful whimper still squeaked out from Kaylee’s lips. “Most of the important aspects of those were done in a relatively… solitary way.

“Your performance reflects on me, and I think this is a very good moment for us to discuss what that means.” Vera set a plastic cup in front of Kaylee as a smile spread across her lips. Even Kaylee could tell that it was strained, the edges of her lips faintly twitching with the effort. “But I imagined you would need something to make it easier to speak, so… here.”

Kaylee glanced into the cup.

Water.

The last thing that would help me right now is getting drunk in my advisor’s office, but something about the way she said that… Kaylee forced herself to smile as she lifted up the glass, moving it as though Vera were holding out her own. The older woman barely seemed to be paying attention as she lowered down into her chair. My throat is feeling painfully dry about now, and I never remember to bring water to these meetings, so she probably meant that.

“Thank you…!”

Vera nodded, leaning over her desk with tented fingers. Her green eyes felt like they pierced right through Kaylee. Instead of taking the brief sip like she’d intended, the post-grad finished it all in one, long drink.

It took Kaylee longer than she wanted to find the words she needed to say. The weight of the laptop against her legs helped. “I… I actually think that I might be getting close…?” She wanted to pause, to chide herself for making that a question, but she knew that would only strengthen her professor’s argument.

Push ahead.

She flattened her eyes again, squeezing the side of her laptop as she set down the now empty glass.

Acknowledge your mistakes, and move on.

With a deep breath, Kaylee looked up to Vera’s eyes.

Anything else, and she’ll eat you alive…!

“That’s… that’s why I wanted to see you today! I’ve been practicing, trying to work on being so… anxious about this… and I realized it might help if you could look over where it is now…? I brought my laptop because… because…”

Kaylee fluttered her eyes as a wave of dizziness rippled across her senses. It didn’t last long, but more than long enough for her entire balance to feel disrupted. The words she was about to say were no longer on her lips, and she found herself staring blankly at her professor with her mouth hanging half-open.

What was… what was I going to say…? She rubbed her lips together, blinking her big brown eyes. When she tried to blink them too quickly it felt like she was stirring up another wave. She blinked slower, finding that helped slow the feeling without making anything better. Nnn my head feels… so… strange…? She looked to Vera, hopeful for some sign of what she was saying, or what she was going to say, and found only a smooth professional smile that looked far less plastic than it had before.

“Take your time, Kaylee.” Vera leaned back, her elbows remaining on her desk, tented fingers still pressed together. “You brought your laptop because…?”

“R-right…!” Kaylee giggled, her cheeks flushing deeply from the sound. “My laptop! I brought it because… because…” Her eyes looked increasingly vacant as she stared through her professor, trying to find the ideas, the concepts, even the most distant ideas of words that might help her explain even to herself what she might be wanting to say. The more she tried, the more that thick, sticky, viscous feeling wobbled and swayed inside of her, making everything so warm and silly and— “R-right! I wanted you to see… to see…”

Vera sighed again, shaking her head.

Her smile wasn’t only so much more genuine looking now, but it was warmer. Softer. Her previous sharpness seemed melted away, and in its place it seemed to leave a much more pleasant professor behind. “Now, now… I don’t think that I should be rushing to look at that right away, Kaylee. I think you came to me because you need to be confident you can defend your thesis… am I correct…?”

Kaylee nodded, giggling again.

The sound made her eyes cross, and her cheeks turn an even deeper red. “I… hehe, yeah…! I… Nnn, I’m sorry I just… I came here because… because I thought if you… if you… saw… saw…”

Another ripple fluttered across Kaylee’s everything, casting asunder all of the effort she’d put into grasping onto some important thought, some important memory. Her mouth hung open lower, her eyes looking even glassier. All she could manage for Vera was a hopeful smile, half lifting the laptop from her lap as if to indicate that it might possess all of the answers she couldn’t possibly hope to articulate.

“Now, now Kaylee, a laptop isn’t going to explain anything to me…” She sighed, clicking her tongue as she quietly laughed. Warm and pleasant as it was, that didn’t stop Kaylee from quietly whimpering. “Oh, don’t worry… it’s alright. I think that I know what you need, Kaylee…”

Brown eyes widened.

That made another ripple of heady confusion and giggles wash through Kaylee’s mind, but it didn’t dispel her hope. She swayed side to side in her chair, unable to stop herself from squealing. “That sounds really good to me…! What is it…?”

Vera quietly chuckled, and held a single finger in front of Kaylee’s face. “All that you need is right here, in the tip of my finger.” It moved to the left, and Kaylee’s eyes dutifully followed. It moved back to its original position, and then off to the right, dragging Kaylee’s eyes right along like a magnet. “Can you see what I mean, Kaylee…?”

“Uuuhhh…”

Kaylee whimpered, squinting as she watched Vera’s finger repeat the motion, moving back, and forth in front of her eyes. Each time they moved, only to retrace their path back through the air, her shoulders slumped a little bit lower. The glassy, vacant sheen in her eyes replaced more and more of the anxious intelligence Kaylee carried with her just outside of her professor’s office. She mewled, rubbing her lips together with a quiet giggle after another pass of Vera’s finger.

“N…o…?”

Another sigh felt as though it poured more haze into Kaylee’s mind, and she made a sound halfway between a mewl and a giggle. Her confusion, nor her increasing difficulty forming her own thoughts, stopped her from following Vera’s slender finger as it dragged her back and forth, back and forth.

Her lids fell lower, not able to close, but seeing no reason to stay open, either.

“That’s alright, Kaylee.” Vera purred, her voice sounding so much warmer, so much more encouraging than it ever had in any of their previous meetings. “You must have stayed up so late last night, working on your thesis, getting ready to have this meeting with me, but now…” Vera sighed, shaking her head slowly side to side in perfect timing with her finger. It was subtle, but more of the world moving in that perfect rhythm made Kaylee giggle and groan as she slumped lower in the chair. “Now, you’re just too tired, too sleepy to know what to say…

“So, I have a proposition for you…” Her voice grew lower, quieter, and without thinking Kaylee found herself scooting closer, leaning more and more to find it easier to hear her professor’s voice. “Why don’t you just watch my finger… as it moves back…” Her finger moved further to one side, Kaylee needing to practically lean out of her chair to follow it. “…and forth…” She moved further to the other side, making Kaylee groan. “And I’ll help you…?”

Kaylee blinked.

Vera… helping me… Uhhh…

Her eyes continued to move, practically on their own, right along with Vera’s finger. It was so much easier to do than thinking, easier to do than remembering, and that made it so simple to fall into, even while her thoughts wandered.

She’s my… advisor… right…? But something… her being… so helpful…

Vera’s finger moved up, higher, and higher until she needed to lean her head back to follow it. When Vera had moved, no longer behind her desk and now in front of it and so much closer to Kaylee, was a mystery that the younger woman was too distracted to ponder. Kaylee’s eyes fluttered with the effort and the strain as yet more of that warm, heady blurring sensation poured over and through everything. Like a thick syrup heated to perfection, it oozed over everything and made it that much harder for Kaylee to strain for any cogent ideas.

Something about that… isn’t… right…? But… she’s my advisor, so she’s supposed to advise—

“And…”

Vera’s finger moved swiftly lower, and lower. The sheer speed of the movement, and the radical difference, the breaking of the pattern had Kaylee whimpering. Something about the motion felt dramatic, felt important, felt powerful, but she was helpless to watch as Vera motioned down past the edge of the desk.

“Down.”

Kaylee groaned, her eyes fluttering, crossing, and then falling shut. Her mouth parted into a perfect ‘o’ as a pitiful sound rolled out before she fell silent.

Smiling smugly to herself, Vera’s hand reached up, nails stroking through Kaylee’s hair to tease at her tender scalp. Quiet moan-giggles dripped from her lips, shaking through her body, but otherwise Kaylee didn’t stir in the slightest.

Kaylee didn’t even react when Vera pulled the post-grad’s laptop away to set it on her own desk.

“You can just keep going down, down… deeper, further down now, Kaylee. You don’t need to worry about a thing…” As she whispered, softer, and quieter, Vera pressed the same fingertip to Kaylee’s forehead. “You can just let your advisor take care of everything, take care of you, make it all… so… much… easier…”

“Eeeasierrrr…” Kaylee slurred the word as the finger at her forehead pushed, and pushed so firmly. With her neck feeling boneless and pitifully weak there was nothing she could do but feel her head moved along.

It finally stopped when her head was tipped back in such a way that her eyes, if open, would be staring at the ceiling above.

Lips brushed her ear when Vera finally spoke, making Kaylee shudder and clench from the smooth, soft sensation. “That’s right… easier. Simpler… Your poor, soft, pitiful little mind has always been so overburdened by your major… It just has so much math, and there’s no way that a bimbo like you could possibly keep all of those big, complicated numbers straight in your head…”

Plaintive, but pitiful, Kaylee whined.

It was hard now to remember all of the long nights she’d spent pouring over large sets of data, the graphs and charts she’d carefully arranged, much less the diverse array of formulae she’d used to prove her thesis correct from so many different angles, but she could still feel how wrong it was to be treated so lightly.

So simply, so dismissively.

“B…imbo…?” Kaylee tried to shake her head, but found it far too much effort. Instead, her head faintly shifted before again falling limp, her blank expression ending how it’d started—facing towards the ceiling. “Not… not a bimbo…”

“Now now, Kaylee…” Vera tsked louder. Her lips rubbed Kaylee’s ear again, making her whimper as she sunk deeper into the plush surface beneath her. “We both know that’s not true… but it’s okay. I’m your advisor… so I’m here to help you as much as you need. I’m here to make sure you end up on the right path in life—the path that will be the most fulfilling, with the most rewarding opportunities based on your capabilities, your potential… and the effort you’re willing to put into them…

“And you’ve been working on this thesis for a long time, haven’t you, Kaylee…?” Vera sighed. It was such a low, disappointed sound as her fingertip pressed right below her student’s ear. As she continued to speak it moved lower, down along her neck, in such a deliberate, careful pace. Kaylee could only quiver into the sensation, lips twisting and rubbing together when they weren’t parting for a quiet groan. “So long… so long that all of the students who started when you did…? They’ve all moved on to their post docs…!”

Kaylee cried out sharply, but quietly, as Vera’s nail began retracing the path back up along her neck. Her lips twitched, trying to move, to object, to find some way to properly refute her professor’s claims, but they landed on nothing.

Nothing at all.

All that she had to argue with, the only words that Kaylee could easily keep in mind, were the very same words that Vera was using to tear her down.

None of those were helpful at all.

“It’s okay… all of this is too much for a simple, dumb, sexy little bimbo like you…” Vera quietly chuckled again, her nail moving back down along Kaylee’s neck, before moving lower, tugging down the neckline of Kaylee’s forest-green sweater. “You need to accept that the reason you’re still here, the reason you came to my office isn’t because you’re ready to make a heroic defense of your silly, misused time and all of the misappropriated funds to support the education of someone who would never be able to fully utilize it…”

Vera’s lips, wet and smooth, wrapped around the base of Kaylee’s ear. She moaned, her eyes fluttering without taking in any of the ceiling above her. There was too much pleasure, and it was too hard for Kaylee to focus on anything that hadn’t specifically worked to grasp her attention.

“The reason you’re here, is that struggling with all of those numbers, all of those big complicated ideas… well…” Vera’s nail traced down along the curve of Kaylee’s chest only to grasp, and firmly knead at one of her student’s large, heavy breasts. Kaylee whined, her eyes opening wide as she arched her body as much as she could into her advisor’s hand. “You aren’t learning anything. You aren’t discovering anything. Every time you try, even the simplest of things… it just turns you on.”

Kaylee whimpered.

That’s not… not right… I’ve done… a lot… a lot of those things…

Her memory didn’t seem to agree. She couldn’t remember a single one of the long nights she’d spent in front of her laptop, or the time she’d spent in the lab at school. All she could remember was Vera’s nail as it pressed around her clothed nipple as it stiffened and throbbed. Arousal was so much louder in her mind than any of her memories of actively flexing her mental muscle.

Images of herself receiving her doctorate, dreams of earning respect and validation for all of her hard work drifted further and further from her mind as Vera’s nails pinched tight enough to make Kaylee scream.

It was too soft a sound to escape Vera’s office, but enough to make the professor’s smug smirk deepen.

“For example…” Vera’s breath was so hot at Kaylee’s ear, and that heat washed over her brain in concert with the cocktail of tasteless chemicals she’d swallowed what felt like an eternity in the past. “Let’s start with something… simple… to test how you handle math, huh…? Can you do that for me…?”

“A-alriiiight… MMmmm… Ohhh…” Kaylee whimpered as Vera pinched harder, rolling her poor abused nipple through two layers of clothing Instead of reaching beneath, the professor simply applied more brute force.

Smiling, Vera licked her lips in such a way that her tongue rubbed along Kaylee’s ear. More moans filled the air, as the stain in Kaylee’s panties deepened.

“One…” Vera purred as her other hand stroked up along the inside of Kaylee’s thigh. “Plus…” She twisted Kaylee’s nipple harder, hard enough that Kaylee couldn’t even scream only gasp in staccato. “One…”

“I… uhhnnn… I…” Kaylee struggled vainly. Her professor’s touches were so insistent. Even through the dark blue jeans that clung to her thighs, she could still feel Vera’s touches so intimately. The brutalization of her nipple made her entire body flush more than the drugs had on their own. Keeping track of more than one number at a time was simply too much even if she had known, or imagined she had known, that she was so much smarter than that. “I… I…!”

“Awww…” Vera’s wicked laugh was dripping with cruelty, but that concept was far too big, far too complicated for a mind as thoroughly useless as Kaylee’s. She could only focus on the laughs themselves, how harmonious and pretty they sounded even as fingers opened her jeans to rub through her soaked panties. “How about… the square root of four…?”

Howling with the volume turned down to nearly 0 was all that Kaylee could manage in reply. Her sensitivity kept hiking higher, and it was clear that Vera’s words were having an effect.

One… plus… Plus… what…? I… square… root… squares are… four…? Roots are… what you take… to get somewhere… how could they… number… math…?!

“You don’t know… sigh… I doubt you could handle anything as complicated as the slope of a line… percentage increases…” Vera’s fingers curled under Kaylee’s panties, thrusting deep inside of her student’s pussy as she cried out in helpless pleasure. “And to make things worse… being bad at math, being a stupid…” Her fingers thrust deeper, Kaylee’s nipple twisted even further. “Vapid… empty headed little bimbo… it’s turning you on!”

“T-t-turning me onnn…!” Kaylee breathlessly whined.

Between the touches between her legs, and the constant abuse of her nipple it was all becoming too much. Tangling those feelings, and the heat that pulsed through her entire body and mind, with numbers and math and how stupid she felt had Kaylee shuddering on a precipice.

It would take such very little to push her right over into an orgasmic abyss of silly giggles and mindless lust for more of her advisor’s cruel treatment.

Hot breath didn’t stop pushing into Kaylee’s ear as Vera purred in delight. “That’s right, Kaylee… You’re a dumb little bimbo, and not being able to do math, not being able to even comprehend math makes you so wet you’re going to cum all over my fingers… and then we’re going to spend the next hour rubbing away your multiplication tables until you can’t tell the difference between a cosine and pi.”

“Wh-wh-what’s pie…?”

Kaylee groaned in confusion. She couldn’t remember the Greek letter, the mathematical symbol, or even that it started with ‘3’. In her deep haze of lust and giggles, it was difficult to even remember flaky crust.

Vera laughed.

“Something already far too complicated for an imbecile like you to even think of comprehending it… But that’s alright. In fact…” Vera’s lips pressed firmer to Kaylee’s ear, and she whispered soft, and quiet, and slow. “Three… point… one… four… one… five… nine…” Between each whispered number was another thrust, another twist, another assault on her body and mind with more pleasure and lust as numbers struggled to retain meaning, or even shape in Kaylee’s brain. “Two… six… five…”

“Ahh… ahh… ahh…!” Kaylee gasped sharper and sharper. She didn’t know what these numbers, these words could possibly mean together, and everything about that was feeling better. More erotic than a tongue on her clit, more perfect than a vibrator, Vera’s low, husky voice was appealing to a new fantasy she never would have imagined.

Feeling just how truly brainless she was becoming, how useless she now was at understanding such simple concepts as numbers in a row, was providing her with the most intense pleasure of her life.

“Three… five…” Vera slowed the pace of her fingers between Kaylee’s legs, and the twisting of her hand at Kaylee’s chest. “Eight… nine… seven…”

It didn’t stop Kaylee from moaning more intensely, from her thighs tightening more and more as her body uselessly tried to find the leverage to roll into Vera’s touches for more of the potent sensation that teased through her body and across her consciousness. It was more and more difficult to remember the number Vera had spoken before the most recent.

With none of them having any apparent meaning to the postgrad student she could only hold on to the sound of the words, and those quickly slipped away when more came to replace them.

“Nine… three… two…”

Kaylee cried out, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t understand what was happening in her body, why the pleasure inside of her felt like it was approaching something even more potent, but she knew that she wanted it.

Want… more of those strange words… want… to feel… so stupid… so silly… so simple… so… so… fuuuuck…!

“Three…”

Kaylee’s entire body shook.

“Eight…”

She jerked forward, her body bending practically in half as she felt every muscle squeeze together at once.

“Four.”

Unable to even imagine what to scream or cry, Kaylee’s throat repeated the same bizarre, strange word her professor whispered into her ear as she dramatically trembled, her sweat-soaked body twitching out of control as pleasure overwhelmed her very being.

Vera slowly drew her fingers from between Kaylee’s pussy, bringing them to her lips. She watched her student shudder as she savored the hot, sticky taste.

“Mmm…” Vera’s eyes rolled back into her head, her own thighs clenching as she drew back, sitting on the edge of her desk. One of her immaculate shoes pushed between Kaylee’s thighs, drawing out a distant, quiet moan. “Now, like I promised… We’re going to spend some time just reciting facts, and then smudging over them in your brain with more cum… and maybe more water if you ever seem like you need a little help. Once we’re done, well…”

Green eyes hooded low.

Kaylee couldn’t even groan.

“We’ll see if you care about your thesis anymore…”

*

Kaylee groaned as she fluttered her eyes. Her hand instantly rushed up to her face, and then to her lap in a panic. Something important had been there, but now it was gone. Her mind tried to race, but it was too tired, too groggy, and it was very difficult to focus on any one thing long enough to come to a useful conclusion before something else distracted her.

“Bw…uh…?” She looked around slowly, finding that she was not, in fact, curled-up under her blankets back at home. “Where… huh…?”

She giggled, and moaned as her thighs clenched.

Mmmm that giggle sounded so… dumb… Mmmm that felt nice…

Kaylee giggled again, moaning lower as her eyes fluttered until they fell half-shut. Her thighs rubbed together, and her lips curled into a lopsided, incredibly silly smile.

“A-hem…” Vera cleared her throat, and Kaylee giggled (moaning in the process with far more squirming) before looking up to see Vera leaning over her desk. Again, her advisor’s fingers were tented. Her eyes were narrowed, but there was a certain softness in what might otherwise be an annoyed expression that Kaylee couldn’t put into words, but she could feel. “You wanted to show me your thesis…?”

“I… did…?” Kaylee giggled, rubbing along her lips. “I… don’t remember that… feel kinda… good though. Why did I need to show it to you, was something… wrong…?”

Vera sighed, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t know, you didn’t show it to me, Kaylee.” She rolled her eyes, leaning back into her chair. “This is as simple as one plus one, I need to see something before I can know—”

“Nhaaa-haaaaaa…!” Kaylee’s eyes crossed, and she fell into a flurry of useless giggles. Her eyes didn’t look away from her nose, instead remaining crossed even as her eyes fluttered, not quite open or closed. “Mmm… I don’t… know what that means… but I like it when you say it… can you like… say it again…?”

Unable to hold back her grin, Vera nodded.

“One.” Kaylee tensed, readying herself for what was to come.

Mmmm one… whatever… one… means… It’s some kind of… word…? Number…? What’s a number…? Is that something you say… when you’re cold…?

“Plus.”

Kaylee shuddered. Plus meant something too, but she couldn’t quite grasp that idea, either. She knew it was an important one, or she imagined that it was, but no matter how hard she grasped it just wasn’t coming in to focus.

One… plus… One… plus…? Is that some kind of code, like, some kind of… metaphor… for… Life…? Kaylee blinked one eye, then the other. One… plus… Is there more—

“One.”

Kaylee’s hands gripped the arms of the chair as tight as they could. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her thighs clenched together tight as her hips thrust forward, her chest bouncing from the dramatic movements as useless whimpers and whines and gasps emanated from her mouth.

Moments later she fell limp in the chair again, panting and fanning herself.

“Mmm… that’s… fun… I don’t know what it means, but… is that… uhm… Fuck, what’s that thing…” Kaylee snapped her fingers several times, her lips twisting as if struggling to find something along the many places where they met. “Like… the thing with… the things and you… do things to them to get… other things to like… explain… understand… the way the world works…? Or something… like…”

Her voice trailed off, and Kaylee stared blankly ahead. Her mind was slow, and quiet. She barely even seemed to notice that she’d stopped speaking, or that she was speaking such inane things.

She giggled, but it quickly faded and she remained just as blankly staring ahead.

“Math.” Vera smiled. “It’s something called math, something you’re far too stupid to possibly grasp. Something that means you’re a simple, silly, slutty little bimbo.”

“Bimboooooo yesssss…!” Kaylee’s whole body shook again, her hands sliding from the arms of the chair as she fell from it down onto her knees. The back of her head rested on the chair, angling her in such a way to just barely see Vera past the edge of her desk. “Too… dumb… math… ohhh… I like that… does that mean… I defended… my thesis…?”

Vera sneered.

“Not yet, but I know a way we can fast track you to the absolute best career path for you…” She paused, tilting her head to the side as she stared down at the helplessly giggling postgrad. “Would you like to do that, huh? Would you like to use your tongue to defend your thesis and get ahead in life even if you’re a dumb, simple little bimbo slut?”

“Uhhhhh…” Kaylee shuddered, nodding as her finger played at the corner of her lip. “Uh-huh…! I think so…!”

Vera reached down under her desk, and a moment later, she tossed a pair of stained, lacy blue panties directly onto Kaylee’s face. “Then why don’t you crawl under my desk and get to work ‘defending your thesis’ huh? I might need to walk you through every step of the way, because you’re such a bimbo…” Kaylee moaned again, her thighs clenching as she deeply inhaled the scent of Vera’s lust. “But that’s fine. It’s an advisor’s job to do her best for her postgrads, isn’t it?”

Kaylee giggled, shrugging as she rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling forward without a care in the world. “I dunno… but if you say so, Veeeera… I mean… miss Garner… I mean—mmmmphhh!”

With another roll of her eyes, Vera grasped a chunk of Kaylee’s shoulder-length brown hair, and forced the younger woman’s mouth into her pussy. “No talking, Kay? You have much better ways to use your mouth than to show me how stupid you are… but after you’re done making me cum it might be fun to see just how poorly you can correct my students’ papers…”

Kaylee’s eyes rolled back into her head as she sucked and licked, giggling as she lost herself in the task her advisor assured her would lead to the best career opportunities she was capable of fulfilling.