SSS Ranked Taboo Student-Chapter 259: Final- The Provost¹***

The heated exchange between Max and the Provost continued to reverberate through the darkly lit room.

Both figures were entwined, moving chaotically and causing a mess. Max had his hand grab one side of her ass and was stunned by the bubble sensation.

'Oh shit, how's her ass this soft?'

Just then, his amazement was instantly seized by the Provost's hungry lips. Her soft moan rang in his ears as she pressed on. Her arm coiled behind his neck and fingers gripping his hair tightly. The feeling of her tits was heavenly.

Hmmmm—Smooch!

After a few minutes, they both eventually detached from each other. Under the Provost's relentless desire, Max found his back against the wall, both palms firmly gripping her thick ass and threatening to pull up the short tight gown. Everything around them seemed to freeze as they stared deep into the burning lust in their eyes. The Provost, heaving, sprouted a smile that could capture the heart of men.

They said no words; her hands traced his collar, removing his tie, then his blazer. It didn't take long before his buttons came undone; Max's sculpted muscles and abs were unraveled for the Provost to see.

Although she didn't speak, her smile widened just as her breath hitched. Her eyes held volumes of curiosity and hunger.

Upon unbuckling his pants, the Provost slipped her hand inside, teasingly grabbed hold of his dick through his boxers, then let go. Max almost pounced on her but managed to subdue his primal urge. The Provost noticed this and took several steps back—not of fright, but steps of a cunning predator who had caught its prey. Or so she thought.

Moving towards the bed aligned with curtains, she flicked her index finger in a "come" gesture and then halted. Max watched as the Provost's voluptuous body, which had driven many men and youths into several fantasies, slowly unravelled before his eyes. Under his gaze, the Provost slowly slipped up her dress, exposing her thick thighs that shook from every minute movement she made.

Max felt a dry patch in his throat as his desire flared. With the same smile that revealed she absolutely knew the effect she was causing, the Provost kept it up, revealing the embroidered red thong she was wearing and a rose tattoo. Through the tiny holes of the embroidery, Max caught a glimpse of another tattoo line. He figured out it would be just a few inches above her slit.

Before he could gnaw on the thought, the sight of the Provost's lower body was completely formed.

Thick, curvy, sexy—Max felt the need to claim every part of her. Next up was her pierced belly button with a gold ring. The Provost's abdomen was perfectly flat. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

At this moment, Max intuitively zoomed in with his eyes. Everything else other than the Provost's massive tits appeared like a blur.

After a slight struggle, the gown was pulled up in one swift motion, making the Provost's melons bounce in their imprisonment. A tight, red embroidered bra packed full to the brim and her cleavage pushed upward in glory.

Max was completely mesmerized.

Suddenly the Provost flung the gown away; her smile was vivid. As tempting as a succubus, she sexily placed her hands on her waist, then slowly traced them up until she was firmly holding her massive tits, shaking them—

"Do you like what you see?"

Her words were the last thing Max needed to break his restraint. The Provost got him good and he knew it. He could choose to finger her and bring her to submission by making her beg for his cock, but the Provost was someone well-versed in this art. If he wanted to claim her, he had to go all out from the start.

"Yes."

After pulling off his pants, Max stood and responded in a deep baritone voice, almost like he was another entity.

"Do you?" he asked in return. The Provost's eyes were glued on the tent built by his 9-inch cock threatening to tear through the fabric of its imprisonment. Although she had witnessed it in action severally, now that it was her turn, the sensation was completely surreal. Her panties soiled from just the thought of being pounded by it.

"Yes," the Provost responded, and they both locked eyes.

Max took a step forward; his temperament, that of a predator much more than the Provost could ever be, was revealed. Although weaker, the Provost wasn't willing to be outdone. Like two opposite magnetic poles, they pounced on each other. The Provost leaped into Max's arms, her legs coiled around him. Max reciprocated the gesture by supporting her bubble butt.

Engaging in a fierce lustful kiss, smooching and trying to suck the life out of each other, they both reached their limit. The Provost's legs loosened and Max threw her on the bed in a single motion. She landed on her back, letting out a soft "Ahh" sound as Max towered above her.

In the next moment, he launched at her like a beast. His hands gripped both cups of her bra and tore them apart. The Provost's big, sumptuous melons were set free, bouncing freely before his eyes with two hardened nipples pointing straight at him. It barely took Max a single second to pounce on them.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The Provost gasped sharply from the bliss, having never been sucked so desperately before.

Everything happened like a blur—from Max tearing her bra cups to grabbing handfuls of her tits and squeezing them tight like oranges, to his lips, tongue, and teeth latching onto them the next instant. The Provost felt her whole body short-circuit. No one had ever held her breasts in such a manner or sucked them so well before, not even her two children when they were kids.

She couldn't grasp how Max could be so good at it. The way he fondled her prideful melons was like a skilled baker handling mixed flour. Max pressed on, sucking greedily while feasting with his hands until the Provost couldn't hold back anymore.

"Yessss—!" she gasped, encouragingly pressing his head into her massive tits to suck her nipples. Feeling sporadic pleasure course through her, the Provost began to speak indecently in a sultry tone.

"Yess baby! Hmmmm—! Yess! Suck mommy's tits hard! Ahhh!"