Chapter 3
"Because I have been a bad student, Daddy Professor, ignoring my books to finger my wet p***y thinking of your c**k stretching me out, and I need you to make me behave," I gasped, my hips bucking wildly against his hand as the pressure built unbearably, my c**t pulsing under the heel of his palm.
Sweat broke out on my skin, making my blouse cling to my back, and I could feel my orgasm rushing closer, my toes curling in my sneakers as every nerve ending fired with pleasure.
"That is correct, and now you may c*m, but only if you scream it loud enough for me to believe you mean it."
He thrust his fingers even harder, twisting them inside me while his thumb pressed down firmly on my c**t, rubbing in tight circles that shattered my control completely.
The climax hit me like a w
