Cassandra
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I shouldn’t, I told myself. I shouldn’t masturbate here. Not only was it awkward, but it felt like what a perverted person would do.
I eased up the chair and headed towards the door. My p***y hummed with the burgeoning desire, every step felt like fire had been shot up my body.
My p***y lips were swollen, and they rubbed against each other as I walked.
When I reached the door, I should have turned the doorknob and left. Yet, I caught myself turning back and dropping into his chair.
According to Mabel, it was impossible to seduce the prof. This was going to be the closest I’ll ever get to feeling him.
Parting my legs, I inched my fingers up my thighs, my heart pummeling against my ribs, the perfect mix of nervousness and excitement.
I had never done this before. Ne
