Chapter 2
I pressed against him, grinding my p***y against his thigh, feeling the friction through my skirt. “I want you to f**k me. Right here on your desk hardly. Make me c*m like no one my age ever has.”
His eyes flashed with something possessive, and he grabbed my waist, lifting me onto the desk in one smooth motion, papers scattering to the floor.
“You are a bad girl, teasing me in class, touching yourself while I teach. I saw you, your hand under the desk, rubbing that wet pussy.” He hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my soaked panties, his fingers hooking in the waistband and ripping them down my legs, tossing them aside.
I spread my legs wide for him, p***y open and dripping, c**t swollen and begging.
“Please Professor, touch me. Finger me. I need it so bad.”
He groaned
