The Taste of Submission
"Tell me the truth, Lana. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?"
My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties, and my pulse raced in sync with his words.
"Yes, Professor... it makes me so fucking wet," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "I know that's a mess-up, but I couldn't stop reading. I was thinking about the part where I'm gagging her and breeding her tits so hard."
A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.
He set the journal down and braced one hand on the arm of my chair, trapping me there.