HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL
“You want me to stretch this tight little pussy until you can’t think straight.”
I clutched the blanket tighter, praying it hid the way my body jerked as he added a second finger, then a third, filling me in a way that made me bite back a moan.
My gaze flickered forward, and that was when I noticed Declan and Mom just a few rows ahead, turning their heads slightly, glancing back at us.
My chest seized with panic. Stephan leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear.
“Smile for them,” he whispered, curling his fingers deep inside me. “Smile and wave.”