The blackmail message burned in my mind the entire next day. Cumslut Queen. They knew. Somehow, these six devils had uncovered my past or simply recognized the eager w***e beneath my teacher facade. I spent hours in my tiny apartment, pacing, fingering my still-sore p***y to the memory of their c*m coating me, then hating myself for it. My job, my fresh start—everything hung by a thread. I had to end this tonight. After class, I'd confront them, delete the videos, and walk away forever.
But as I stood at the front of the classroom that evening, my resolve crumbled. They were all there, sitting in the back row like kings waiting for their tribute. My p***y ached the second I saw the bulges in their pants. No panties again—my slick thighs rubbed together constantly, keeping me on edge.
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