My Professor (illustrated letter)
I kept talking lewdly to him and rubbing my pussy all over his face as his spasms and moans gradually slowed down and then finally stopped.
I sighed happily and smiled to myself, knowing that not only was my grade point average intact, but that over the next year or so I was going to have a lot of fun making Dr. Sanders my sexual slave.
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