Word gets around fast at this academy for grown wizards. The men know where to find me after dark—behind the Caretaker's Cottage, on my knees and ready to service their wands. I was waiting for the usual student when a figure emerged from the woods. My heart pounded as I recognized the tall, powerful build of the hot, brooding professor I'd been fantasizing about for weeks. He kept his face hidden in the shadows, but I saw the glint of a camera lens aimed right at me. He wasn't just here for me; he was here to make a statement to the other professors. Eager to please, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his entire thick shaft, gagging as he brutally fucked my face, his heavy balls slapping against my chin. He was using my mouth to show them all what a slut I was for him. With a guttural groan, he yanked his cock out and exploded, painting my features with thick, hot ropes of his professorial cum. It splattered across my cheeks and nose, dripping down my chin as he filmed every second for his colleagues. He got his proof, and I got the surprise, creamy reward I never knew I'd be getting from him.
