THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
“Look at that… you say no, but your pussy’s sucking me in like it never wants to let go. You really are my little whore, sweetheart. Not Dominic’s. Not Cedric’s. Only I get to use you like this—anytime, anywhere I want.”
He released her wrists, flipped her over roughly—Renata face-down on the seat, hips yanked high. She tried to crawl away, but Alex gripped her hips with both hands, slamming back in from behind—doggy style in the tight space, thrusts deeper, more savage, making Renata scream again.
“Professor… too deep… I can’t…” she gasped, hands clawing at the seat, body jolting forward with every impact.
“Take it,” Alex commanded viciously, one hand yanking her hair back to arch her spine