Chapter 45 Forty-five - Azira

• The echo of his zipper coming down quickens my heart rate as he frees his cock and slides the head through the entrance of my soaking wet pussy. Without a second to catch my breath, he's inside of me.
• Every inch deep as he pumps his hips in and out with rough, vicious movements, as if he's trying to rearrange my insides. I watch him in the mirror and he watches me back with such unmatchable desire it makes me forget the insanity of what we're doing. And it's impossible not to moan as he makes me feel intangible, as if I'm no longer in my own body.
• My friends are sitting in the stands, waiting for me to return, and here I am, being fucked like some slut by our sadistic professor in the bathroom.