Chapter 162 Extra Credit Ch3

• He tries to act normal the next day. Stands at the front of the lecture hall like the iron-spined professor everyone fears — sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose, voice sharp enough to slice through the slackers in the back row.
• But all she hears is the low rumble that called her good girl with his cock buried inside her the night before.
• All she feels is the ghost of the desk pressed to her hips — the stinging reminder every time she shifts in her seat.