My body was still buzzing the next day from the way Professor Hayes had destroyed my p***y on his desk. His thick c*m had leaked out of me for hours, leaving my panties soaked and my thighs sticky. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally made him snap, and now I was addicted. But I wanted more. I wanted him to completely own me — to use every hole, mark me, breed me, and turn me into his personal campus cumslut.
I dressed like the filthy w***e I was for him. A tiny crop top that barely covered my underboobs, no bra, my hard pink n*****s clearly visible. An obscenely short denim skirt with no panties. I even plugged my tight asshole with a small jeweled butt plug before leaving my dorm — just in case he wanted to claim every part of me today.
I sat in the front row again, legs spread under
