She was dead on her feet but knew if she didn’t give the professor her pussy, he’d fail her

She was drained, legs shaking, sweat dripping—final exam day. Professor had been eyeing her all semester. One look, one nod, and she dropped to her knees. No words. Just spread wide and rode him doggystyle till he groaned and spilled. Passed with an A+. She didn’t care if he smelled like sweat and lust—she got what she needed. Tinder couldn’t have done better.