HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL
The door creaked open before I could make contact, and Stephan stepped in, that signature smirk curling his lips as his eyes raked over me.
“How'd the date go, baby girl?” he drawled, voice low and teasing.
How the hell did he think, thanks to that damn remote in his pocket?
But of course, I couldn’t say that out loud, only shuddering. He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me, then dropped to his knees between my parted thighs.
“Look at you, all flushed and wet.” He mused, strong hands gripping my inner legs and spreading them wider, exposing every inch of my soaked pussy to his view. “You really thought I’d let you come home like this and touch yourself without me?”