HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION
Kelly
The 200 seats auditorium was half-full today, Prof Will paced the stage, laser pointer dancing slides: "Romantic lit demands surrender— raw, unfiltered passion." Voice smooth baritone, but his eyes locked mine every sweep. I sat at the front row, I shifted deliberately, skirt too short, thighs bare, panties silk-thong rubbing clit with each cross-leg.
Coursemates focused on him, oblivious of the weird vibe, Will's gaze lingered: pupils dilating on my parted lips, his throat swallowing when I "dropped" pen, bending slowly…thighs parting slightly, lace peeking.
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