THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
With her breathing still ragged, she spread her legs wide in front of Cedric, shamelessly showing him her still-wet, twitching pussy.
“I’ll give you the unit number,” Selly whispered hoarsely, her eyes hazy with lust. “But… finish this game first. Until I’m satisfied.”
Cedric paused for a moment, then grinned widely.
“What a slut.”
Cedric grinned as he saw Selly had thrown away all shame. Without another word, he grabbed her hips roughly and flipped her body over so she was face-down on the sofa, her ass raised high.
“Your favorite position,” he muttered as he quickly pulled down his pants. His cock was already rock hard, the head glistening with precum.