MY PROFESSOR’S PLAYTHING 2.
MOLLY'S POV.
His mouth landed on me again, kissing me with as much intensity as before.
Everything on his desk scattered to the floor with one swipe of his hand.
He immediately lifted me from my ass, onto his desk, his mouth never leaving mine.
His hand moved to my breasts, squeezing and kneading roughly as I writhed in pain, breathless before him.
“Gosh, Molly, these lips are the best.” He murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, roughly and desperately reaching everywhere like a desperate tourist searching for something and nothing in particular.
He pulled my lower waist to him, so I was hanging on the edge of his desk. My body collided with his, and I could feel his d**k hard as a rock nudging against my a
