You Little Squirt! - Rose Carter & Jason Sarcinelli

Professor Jason Sarcinelli corners Rose Carter after class, his eyes narrowing like he's about to lay down the law. 'I heard you've been soaking other professors with some dumb prank,' he snaps. 'That's bullshit, and it stops now. Hand over whatever squirting gadget you're hiding.' Rose just smirks, letting out a low chuckle that says she's miles ahead. 'No device here, prof,' she teases. He doubles down, voice firm: 'Give it to me, whatever it is.' Without missing a beat, Rose hikes up her skirt, spreads her legs right there on the desk, and fingers herself hard—rubbing that slick clit until her pussy clenches and she blasts a hot gush of squirt straight onto his stunned face. It drips down his chin, warm and sticky. Jason reels back, eyes wide as it hits him: those are her pussy juices, not some toy's trick. But Rose grins wicked, wiping a drop from his lip. 'Wanna taste? Bet it's sweeter than you expect.' That does it—his cock twitches, brains short-circuiting into pure lust. He lunges, shoving her back on the desk and slamming into her tight, wet heat, pounding away in the empty classroom like they've been starving for it.