The door clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver racing down my spine. My heart hammered against my ribs as the six of them surrounded the desk, their tall, muscular bodies cutting off any escape. The classroom lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows that only made their chiseled features look more dangerous. Marcus stood directly in front of me, that massive bulge in his jeans now at eye level, straining obscenely. I could smell them—all of them—raw male musk mixed with something darker, hungrier.
"This... this is inappropriate," I whispered, but my voice came out breathy, desperate. My p***y was a soaking, throbbing mess, clenching rhythmically around nothing. Juices had already soaked through my panties and were trickling down my inner thighs. Just Vanessa. Reformed. Not
