Chapter 2
She was so warm inside, velvety and wet, her juices coating my finger as I started pumping gently, in and out, building the rhythm while keeping my face neutral, nodding along to the conversation like nothing was happening.
Inside my head was racing, her p***y feels amazing, squeezing my finger like she is desperate for it, I bet she has been thinking about me too, getting f****d by her student right under everyone’s nose, it is making me so hard I can barely sit still.
I added a second finger, stretching her more, thrusting deeper now, curling them up to hit that sensitive spot inside her that made her jolt slightly, her fork clattering against the plate as she set it down too hard.
“Sorry, slippery fingers,” she said with a forced laugh, but her voice was huskier, the word
