The Nutting Professor

Freya Parker, this eager young scientist type, bursts into her chemistry mentor Brad Newman's lab, eyes sparkling like she's just won the lotto. 'Brad, I finally nailed it!' she says. 'This liquid I've been slaving over? It wipes out friction between objects. Okay, it's skin-specific right now, but damn, it's huge!' Brad's jaw drops—stunned doesn't cover it. This could change everything. But then Freya hits him with the kicker: 'Wanna test it with me?' He's even more floored, but after her sweet-talking, science calls, and he caves. They strip down naked, slather on the slick stuff, and press their bodies together, rubbing to see if friction's really toast. Brad grabs an air mattress first, smart move, to keep things smooth—literally. Back in the room, clothes hit the floor. Freya's got curves that make Brad's pulse race; he sneaks a peek at her perky tits and tight ass, fighting the instant hard-on. She catches his ripped chest and that thickening cock, biting her lip to play it cool. Science first, right? But when she swings a leg over, straddling him, and starts gliding her slippery skin against his—nipples grazing his pecs, her wet pussy lips sliding along his thigh—the zero-friction magic hits like a spark. Lust surges, impossible to shake. What starts as pure experiment turns filthy fast. Freya grinds harder, her breaths turning to moans. Brad's hands grip her hips, pulling her down as his cock throbs against her slick folds. Science? Yeah, that's out the window. Now it's all about that urgent fuck neither can ignore anymore.