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Chapter 4.

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Sophia's POV.

I arrived at Professor Voss’s office at exactly 6:30 p.m. on trembling legs.

This was the session he had promised me, the one where he said he would finally fuck me on his desk.

I had followed every rule he had told me in our last session: a short black pleated skirt, no panties, and a thin white blouse that did nothing to hide how hard my nipples already were. My pussy was soaked before I even knocked on the door.

“Come in,” his voice rang from inside.

The moment I stepped inside
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