THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Cum leaked out, slicking my thighs.
“Look at you,” he growled, spreading my legs wide, exposing everything. “Dripping with another man’s seed. But I’ll fix that.” He dipped his head, tongue lapping at the mess filthy, possessive sucking bruises into my inner thighs before diving lower. His mouth sealed over my hole, tongue probing deep, eating me out with hungry groans. I bucked, moaning, the sensation overwhelming wet, hot, claiming.
“Professor—please—” I begged, hips grinding against his face.