Mia didn’t even wait for the next day. Three hours after swallowing Professor Vale’s c*m in the empty lecture hall, she was standing outside his office door, heart pounding with wicked excitement. The hallway was still busy—students coming and going for afternoon office hours. Perfect.
She had changed outfits. The pleated skirt was gone. Now she wore a tight crimson sweater that clung to her full breasts and a black micro-skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. No panties. Her thighs still bore faint marks from his fingers earlier.
She knocked once.
“Come in.”
Adrian’s voice was clipped, professional. When she stepped inside, his eyes darkened instantly.
“Miss Sinclair. I believe we said this wouldn’t happen again.”
Mia closed the door behind her but didn’t lock it. Sh
