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Bunny was the epitome of defiance, a brat who embraced her sexuality with reckless abandon. Nonetheless, college was her haven, where she could freely pursue her sexual impulses. Her bold attitude was so well-known that it gained her a reputation among the men she enticed—they murmured about the promiscuous brat with amazement and terror, enthralled by her audacious spirit. However, it was not Bunny who needed to change; the immature young men were unable to manage her burning soul. She craved for a man. A real dominating man who could match her enthusiasm with his own brand of forceful charm.

Her object of desire was the intriguing Professor Sanchez. For example, he was a person whose very presence demanded respect. As a result, in the room, he was resistant to Bunny's defiance, which only fueled her desire for him. Every night, she would succumb to vivid visions of the stern professor, whose commanding stare and booming voice plagued her. Little did he realize that the promiscuous brat had her sights set on him.

As Bunny went inside the office, she could feel the professor's stare on her, seeing how her nipples pushed against the fabric of her top. Professor Sanchez did not mince words when describing the seriousness of her scholastic predicament and the poor chances of her passing his class. He did, however, decide to provide her with a lifeline. One that would push the boundaries of her brattiness. Suddenly, the lusty Professor called out, "Come here, Bunny," touching his lap. "Sit down, and we'll discuss your… Improvement."

Jewel's eyes shone with defiance. “I came here to learn, Professor, so let's get to work," she said. Her speech was filled with brattish anger. The tension in the room was apparent when Professor Sanchez's genuine intentions were revealed. "Bunny, I will not ask again.” He said. “Come to me, now," he demanded, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down the slutty brat's body. Her refusal only seemed to strengthen his determination. "If you don't come willingly, I have no choice but to ensure your… cooperation," he was saying. His eyes gleamed with a combination of irritation and desire. "You wouldn't dare," Bunny said, her pulse racing in her chest. However, the Professor was not to be trifled with.

"I am not playing games, Bunny. This is your final opportunity, crawl to me or face the consequences!" Bunny's confidence faded. Furthermore, the very notion of surrendering to his will caused a rapid surge of horniness in her veins. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her gaze fixed on his as she moved closer. Her body moved with feline ease, belying her innocence.

"Open your mouth, Bunny," he said, holding the bulge in his jeans. "Wider, you shameless brat. Stick out your tongue." Bunny obliged, her eyes bright with eagerness. "Yes, Sir," she said, just above a whisper. Professor Sanchez grabbed her braids and dragged her toward his manhood. Guiding her lips to his firm length. The filthy brat groaned around his girth, her eyes watering as she drew him deeper, accepting the role of the subservient student under his incredible supervision. The slutty brat discovered she was exploring levels of submission she was unaware of as the evening progressed. Professor Sanchez was persistent in teaching her the true meanings of pleasure, pain, domination, and submission. Bunny embraced her role as his new slutty brat with each demand, touch, and passionate kiss, relishing in the Professor's grip on her body and soul.