"How many times did you think of this while looking at me in class? How often did you think of fucking my tits?
He only groaned as he drove his cock between her valley and her flesh.
"Despite all I've accomplished, I'm still a fucking woman. There are times when I just want a man to grab me and claim me."
His hips were now moving at rapid speed.
Isadora was speaking to him, and he could see in Isadora's eyes that her words were having an effect on her as much as they were on him.
"Would you want that, Mr. Ambrose? For you to cum on me? To pelt your professor with your hot, sticky fluids all over my tits?
"Fuck yes, I would love...cum.. on... Professor Lovett."
"So do it, Mr. Ambrose; go on and do it. Empty your young balls on me, fill your hot fluids over me."
He was also nearing his own orgasm as he rocked his cock between her tits.