Cassandra
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We both stared at the door, my legs still wide apart, his fingers still inside my p***y.
The knock came again.
I was about to jump off the desk, my muscles had already twitched when Prof Malcolm pinned me down to the desk.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
I narrowed my gaze. “Someone is at the door,” I said, “it might be a student. Or a professor.”
“We don’t have to open,” he said, sliding his finger deeper into my cunt.
Heat spread from my groin area down to my feet, my legs parting, allowing his fingers to move easily.
“But the person...” I bit my lower lip trying to swallow the moan so the person on the other side of the door wouldn’t hear us.
“Would keep knocking,” he said. He flicked his gaze up. “We don’t have to answer it. Ev
