My Professor (illustrated letter)
I released his hand and slowly pushed my open vagina right down over his face, covering his mouth with it. He could smell my intoxicating scent, and it was driving him right over the edge.
I'm sure he'd been dreaming of something like this for years. "Oh God!" he mumbled into my crotch, and began to moan with joy and pleasure as I began to move my pussy all around, smearing my juices all over his grateful face.
"Come on," I ordered in a low, throaty whisper. "Pump that big thing of yours. Shoot your cum -- make it go all over yourself -- all over your belly -- come on, aim your dirty little dick at your belly -- that's it -- yeah, baby, my cunt is so wet in your face -- feel your hot cream rising up the length of your big, throbbing prick!"