Faculty Fever: Aftermath

The man's jaw slacked even further, and something between a gurgle and a moan escaped him. Juliet responded with a wanton moan, unabashed and raw, but still barely heard over the groans of all the zombies in the room. Her heart hammered in her chest, one of her eyes closing as the member in her hand all but jerked from the violent torrent of seed shooting out, spraying across her eager face in thick, repeating ropes.

"A-ahh yeah..."

One of her old professors, a man of thinner and paler complexion, thrust away like his life depended on it between her shapely thighs. He maintained a slight hunch, leaning forward so as to be able to maintain his gaze on her one open eye, tongue rolled out of his mouth as he let out on guttural, taunting grunt after another.

"Cum in me professor..."

As if on cue, the old man reared up, his grunts becoming less taunting and more earnest before a powerful jolt rocked his whole body, Juliet moaning as she felt seed shoot deep into her, as it had so many times that night. The torrents hit her insides hard one, two, and then three times, with the woman's approval verbal and physical both - legs locking behind him as he continued his onslaught. Her other lovers had been all too eager to pull out at this juncture, but the old man clearly wasn't done, spasms rocking his body as he remained buried to the root, jet after jet of seed painting her insides, his grip on her shapely legs vise-like as his jaw hung loosely, eyes fixated on her massive breasts.

"Yesss..." His addled brain managed to hiss out, hips rolling back and then forward again, a guttural grunt escaping him before he repeated the motion, seemingly bent on ensuring that every last drop was milked into her. The professor remained still for a moment, angling his hips sideways, left and right, his hands coming down to grasp at her slim waist before he gave her two more, final thrusts, his pale lips pursed and a breathy moan escaping him with each. He paused and gave her an appraising squeeze, her pristine, firm skin standing in great contrast to his grey, calloused hands.

"Geez, pent up much, professor?"

He slowly withdrew, barely giving her a glance as he rose from his knees, a satisfied gurgle escaping him as he gave her thigh a final squeeze. His point was clear - she had served her purpose well, and now it was the next man's turn to be served.

"Oh, hello, other professor!"

The next man assumed his position and seemed to blankly ignore the absolute mess leaking out of her, plunging inside with wanton abandon in a singular, rough thrust.

He was thick, very so, and Juliet moaned. It was all she would do, for many hours still.

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Aftermath for the most recent Juliet piece! While the model has its quirks I'm actually quite enjoying working with it, so I reckon we'll see when she gets her next shot at the spotlight! Hope you enjoy it folks!

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Jessica's (Dead Rising) coming up in tomorrow's wallpaper owing to finishing second, so those of you who saw her get so very close to victory have something to look forward to then. Hope you're doing alright out there, all things considered, and make sure to take care of yourselves and, by extension, also each other!
/DH