He was right, of course.  Everything Lana was wearing at this very moment was all for his benefit.  She couldn’t answer his question, not vocally, at least.  His mouth kissing hers, his hands on her legs, then his mouth traveling down the front of her, all of it had rendered Lana speechless.  Except for the occasional moan or sigh, her voice was lost.<br/><br/>For the briefest of moments, she heard the noise of people outside the auditorium.  A pang of fear went through her as she realized anyone could look in at the scene being played out on her Professor’s desk.  However, when she felt Steve’s lips, his teeth, on the inside of her thighs, that thought was quickly forgotten, replaced by a fresh surge of wanting.<br/><br/>When his mouth touched her pussy, Lana almost passed out.  Eyes closed, head thrown back, she used her hands on his head for leverage, her fingers holding on to his hair.  Kicking off her heels, she brought her feet to his shoulders, spreading her legs apart even further, giving him as much access as she could.  His tongue on her clit had her biting her bottom lip, hard.  Her hands turned into fists in his hair as she held on, not moving a muscle for fear of stopping the pleasure.<br/><br/>“Please….” She pleaded, her voice strange to her own ears, as she begged him, not knowing what for, hoping he would.<br/>