Submissive Academy
“Ah, fuck,” a male voice suddenly hisses, loud and sharp.
I glance to my side—Harper.
Oh my god.
Rose is on top of him, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She's rubbing herself against him without shame, clutching the fabric of his shirt like she’s hanging on for dear life, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in pure, unfiltered pleasure.
Harper, though… Harper is gone. His hands grip her ass, fingers digging in tight. His head is thrown back, face twisted in ecstasy. His abs clench, his hips jerk up—and gods, he looks exactly like a man who's—
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