Chapter 2: I Spend the Entire Class Aching for My Professor’s c**k While He Teases Me Mercilessly
My heart slams against my ribs so hard I’m sure the whole class can hear it. Professor Kane stands at the front of the room like he owns it — the same man who spent last night wrecking my p***y, filling me with c*m, and calling me his good girl while I screamed. Now he’s my substitute professor, and I’m just another student in a short uniform skirt with soaked panties.
He clears his throat, voice deep and controlled. “Good morning, everyone. I’ll be taking over for the week. Let’s begin.”
His eyes find mine again. Just for a second. Dark. Hungry. Knowing. My p***y clenches hard, a fresh gush of wetness flooding my already tender cunt. I can still feel him inside me — the thick stretch, the
