Chapter 2: FLASHING MY STRICT PROFESSOR AND GETTING MY p***y SCISSOR-f****d ON HIS DESK
The next morning, I stand in front of my mirror adjusting my school uniform over the sheer black lace set I bought yesterday. The crotchless thong rubs deliciously against my already swollen c**t with every movement. No bra — just the barely-there lace top that lets my heavy t**s bounce freely, my hard n*****s clearly visible if the light hits right. I’m soaked before I even leave the house. My inner thighs are already slick with anticipation.
Today I’m going to push Professor Langdon until he breaks.
Professor Elias Langdon is the definition of forbidden fruit — mid-forties, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jawline, and a strict, authoritative demeanor that makes my p***y cle
