Thursday at 5:07 I was already on my knees in Dr. Elena Voss’s office, shorts off, hands behind my back, cunt wet from the walk across campus.
She locked the door, set her bag down, and looked at me for a long moment before she spoke.
“You forwarded the text. Good. He asked if you were okay. You haven’t answered yet.” She came around the desk and stopped in front of me. “You won’t. Not until I say. Open your mouth.”
I opened. She unbuttoned her blouse, freed one breast, and hiked her skirt. No panties again. She gripped my hair and pulled my face against her cunt. I licked immediately, tongue sliding through her folds, sucking her c**t the way she’d taught me last time. She was already wet. I pushed two fingers into her when she tugged harder and f****d her slow while I worked my mouth.
