Kendra’s POV
The walk back to the lecture hall felt strange. My legs were still shaky, my panties sticky and ruined. Every step sent a little reminder through my sore p***y — Reed’s thick c**k, Clara’s eager tongue, the way the three of us had lost control in his office just minutes ago.
I slipped into the hall and dropped into the seat beside Lena. She immediately turned to me with curious eyes.
“Why did Professor Reed call you out like that?” she whispered.
“He kept on using you as examples during the lecture, hope there’s no problem Kendra?”
“You were gone for almost an hour.”
I shrugged, trying to look unbothered even though my c**t was still tingling.
“It’s the usual,” I said casually.
Lena narrowed her eyes but didn’t push. She knew better than to dig too deep when I gave
