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Chapter 3: Fucked Raw By My Professor Daddy

Author: Azure
last update publish date: 2026-09-02 22:11:04

The next day, after class, Gwen went straight to his office.

Professor Kim was seated behind his desk when she slipped inside and locked the door. He looked up.

“I didn’t do the assignment,” Gwen said, already walking toward him. “I was hoping I could make up for it.”

She dropped to her knees between his legs, unzipped his slacks, and pulled his cock out. He hardened the moment her mouth closed around him. She sucked him slowly at first, then deeper, letting him push into her throat while his h
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