MY PROFESSOR’S PLAYTHING 1.
MOLLY’S POV.
“S..sir, we shouldn’t… we shouldn’t be doing this.” My voice was barely a whisper, my heart racing from both anticipation and fear.
My professor was standing so close to me, I could feel the heat from his body.
“Are you sure, Molly?” He said in a low, seductive voice, his fingers playfully and slowly undoing the lowest button of my shirt.
He’s obviously giving me time to reconsider, and actually stop him from doing what he’s about to do, but my needy body doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“Why exactly are you here? Sweet Molly?” he traced a finger from my cheek down to my jaw, then he leaned in and took a little flesh from my jaw into his mouth, sucking it.
I felt volts of electricity shoot through every part of my body, turning me into an ac
