The instructor discovered me entering my quarters and we engaged in sexual activity

I was caught in the act by my professor as I was sneaking into my dorm room. He confronted me, and in a surprising turn of events, he revealed his true nature. He was a man of desires, just like me. We engaged in a heated conversation, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall, his lips devouring mine. His hands exploratory, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I succumbed to his advances, shedding my inhibitions along with my clothes. His Latin charm was irresistible, his touch setting my body on fire. He was a real-life Don Juan, a Casanova in the flesh. He took control, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body, his fingers finding their way to my most intimate areas. I surrendered to his expert touch, my body responding to his every move. The encounter left me breathless, a mix of guilt and pleasure coursing through my veins.