Professor Reed’s POV
I stood frozen in Clara’s bathroom, heart pounding so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears like a war drum.
My back was pressed against the cold tiled wall, my clothes clutched tightly in one hand, my still-hard c**k throbbing painfully from being pulled out of Clara’s tight, wet p***y just moments ago. The taste of both girls lingered on my tongue — sweet, salty, addictive. My body was still buzzing with adrenaline and unfinished lust, every nerve ending screaming for release.
But now, all I felt was raw, ice-cold fear.
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
I could hear Clara’s mother just outside the bedroom door, her voice clear and growing more suspicious with every word.
“Clara? What’s going on in there? I heard strange noises. Open the door right now!”
Clara’s voice came b
