HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL
“Who'd you really go out with tonight, Imani? Tell Daddy the truth.”
“It was just a friend,” I gasped, voice breathy.
Stephan tsked, the sound soft but chiding, his free hand pinning my thigh down harder.
“Lying to me already?” he shook his head. “Bad girl,” His eyes met mine, a flicker of affectionate sternness there, making my pussy weep for more. I shook my head.
“I'm not lying—ahh!”
The protest dissolved into a moan as he plunged two thick fingers deep inside me without warning, stretching my walls with that perfect, rough intrusion. They curled immediately, hooking against my g-spot, pumping slowly.