My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
My clit throbbed with the reminder that I was very much in a public space, far from our toys, and even farther from his touch.
“Nova Hart!”
The sound of my name jerked me back to reality. I pocketed my phone quickly.
“Care to help us with the definition of this?” Professor Thompson’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
More than half the class was still standing, clueless.
“The political state of the world,” I started, forcing composure, “is what we would call… jumbled. Most countries claim to operate in democracy, but that’s a big lie. And—”