The next day, I slipped into Professor Rynne's lecture hall with my thighs still aching from yesterday's rough f*****g in his office. Every step reminded me of how he'd stretched my p***y, how his c*m had leaked out of me for hours afterward. I tried to focus as he paced the front, his voice droning on about some historical theory, but my mind kept replaying the way he'd claimed me. Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture.
I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen c**t through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entr
