Wet Sin {Collection}
But across town, the party was already loud and wild.
Mr. Ramirez sat on a couch in the corner, drink in hand, chilling like he owned the place. The music thumped through the walls. He scanned the crowd lazily until his eyes landed on Riley. She was dancing nearby, in a short dress riding up her thighs. He tilted his head, studying her.
“You’re one of our students, right?” he called over the music. “Your face seems familiar.”
Riley turned, grinned, and walked straight over. She dropped down beside him on the couch, close enough that their legs touched.