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Today, Koo was walking to his lecture hall. Dean Taehyung walked behind him. Taehyung was a tall, handsome man in a sharp suit. His c𝑜ck was out, hard and thick, poking through his open fly. He stroked it slowly as he followed Koo’s jiggling ass.

Koo didn’t look back. He was checking his notes. His heel caught on a crack in the pavement. He gasped, arms flailing. He fell backwards.

His skirt flew up. He wasn’t wearing any panties. Some pervert students had stolen them from his gym locker. His bare, puffy cυnt was open to the air, already glistening with wetness.

He landed right on Taehyung’s lap. But not on his legs. His naked, wet cυnt slammed down onto Taehyung’s waiting c𝑜ck.

Schluuuuck!

The fat head of Taehyung’s dick speared into Koo’s tight hole in one smooth stroke. Koo’s eyes flew wide. A sharp, surprised moan tore from his throat. He was impaled, sitting fully on Taehyung’s lap with that thick c𝑜ck buried to the balls inside his cυnt.

“O-oh! Dean Taehyung! I’m so sorry!” Koo cried, his voice shaky. He tried to get up, but his body betrayed him. A hot, deep pleasure was spreading from his stuffed pυssy. He felt so full.

“Look at this slυt,” Taehyung announced to the students who were quickly forming a circle. Phones came out. Videos started recording. Pictures were snapped. “Always falling. Always presenting his holes like a wh𝑜re.”

The wet, meaty sounds of Koo’s pυssy getting fucked filled the hallway. Koo’s head lolled back. His tits bounced wildly under his blouse. “I’m sorry! I’m so clumsy!” he moaned, but his hips started to twitch, meeting Taehyung’s thrusts. His cυnt was dripping, making a mess down Taehyung’s thighs.

“You like that, don’t you?” Taehyung snarled, spreading Koo’s legs wider so everyone could see the c𝑜ck pistoning in and out of his slick, pink hole. “Your stupid little pυssy is sucking me right in.”

“N-no… it’s an accident…” Koo cried, but then his body shook. His back arched. A loud, slυtty scream ripped from his throat. His cυnt convulsed, clamping down on Taehyung’s dick as he squirted. A gush of clear fluid sprayed out around the c𝑜ck fucking him, soaking Taehyung’s pants and splattering on the concrete below.

The crowd cheered and jerked off openly.

Taehyung felt Koo’s tight channel squeezing him. With a final, deep grind, he shoved Koo all the way down, hilting himself. He groaned, his balls tightening. Hot cυm shot deep into Koo’s womb, filling him up. Koo mewled, feeling the warm flood inside him.

Then, Taehyung simply let go.

Koo fell to the ground with a thud, landing on his hands and knees. Taehyung’s c𝑜ck slid out with a wet pop. A thick stream of white cυm immediately began to leak from Koo’s well-used hole, dripping down his inner thighs.

He shakily got to his feet. His cυnt was a loose, gaping mess, cυm oozing out. The students around him were all stroking their c𝑜cks, making filthy comments.

“Look at that used hole!”

“I wanna be next!”

“His pυssy’s still twitching!”

Koo heard them. He pouted, trying to sound stern. “You boys should be ashamed! This is… inappropriate!” But his scolding was weak. He pulled his skirt down, but the fabric was too short. It did nothing to hide the cυm trickling down his legs.

He waddled into his classroom, his sore cυnt making his walk clumsy. He went to his desk at the front, trying to act normal. But he could feel their eyes on him. He could feel the cool air on his wet, open slit.

Class began. Koo tried to teach, but students kept coming up to his desk to ask questions.

One tall boy approached. “Professor, I don’t understand problem four,” he said, leaning over the desk. He pretended to trip. His hand landed on the desk for balance, and his hard c𝑜ck, which was out of his pants, slammed right into Koo’s waiting cυnt.

The c𝑜ck slid in easily, because Koo’s hole was still loose and sloppy with Taehyung’s cυm.

“Oh!” Koo gasped, his eyes rolling back. The boy’s dick was thinner but long. It stabbed deep into his sensitive channel.

“Oh my god, Professor, I’m so sorry!” the boy said, but he didn’t pull out. He started to move his hips, fucking Koo right there at the desk. His hands gripped the wood, his thrusts shallow but steady.

“S-stop… this is wrong…” Koo moaned, but his hips lifted, taking the c𝑜ck deeper. His own wetness mixed with the leftover cυm, making loud, sloppy sounds.

“I slipped! It was an accident!” the boy insisted, fucking him faster. He came quickly with a grunt, pumping another load of warm seed into Koo’s already filled womb. He pulled out, his c𝑜ck dripping. “Sorry, Professor!” He scurried back to his seat.

Koo was left breathless, more cυm leaking from his stretched hole. He tried to compose himself. “P-please, no more accidents,” he said to the class.

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