Professor Dearest
The theme of the party was cocktails on the rock, more like mixing drinks and getting high or something, but the dress code was formal and the theme cherry red and black.
I had a long cherry red gown, formal, and it had a transparent material, strung on the parts where it was visible. On my bust area, the neckline duck low and my plump breasts were pushed upwards, making it look big, fat, and juicy.
“I’m going to be killing people who stare at you inappropriately,” he explains.
“No! You can’t do that,” I cry out softly, then chuckles when he grimaces.
“I should just peel these clothes out of your body and fuck you until I fill your body with cum,” he tells me and I wheeze, coughing to silenc