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PROFESSOR LITTLE SLUT (4)

Autor: Anna Stac
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-15 01:21:16

sienna's pov

My phone buzzed in my pocket during the afternoon lecture, pulling me out of my daze. I'd spent the whole day feeling their eyes avoid me, Professor Marcus and Jeff, both acting like I was invisible. In the hallway between classes, Marcus had brushed past without a glance, his broad shoulders tense.

Jeff, that smug bastard, hadn't even smirked when our paths crossed in the staff lounge. It burned, the cold shoulder after what we'd done before.

My pussy throbbed just thinking
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