Her mouth opened to spit back another rebuke, but whatever she meant to say was lost to a loud gasp. Pulse after pulse after pulse filled her while she could do nothing to stop them. XXX “How could you? “…sir.”
“Good girl,” Connor smirked. Connor Hathaway? The beleaguered student let out another groan, louder than the first, mentally kicking herself for the binge she must have gone on the night before. In those last, fleeting seconds before her video faded to black, the sullied blonde flashed a faint smile so perfectly submissive that in that moment Raquel wanted nothing in all the world more than to have that pretty face between her thighs. Of herself writhing under the oppressive weight of a man’s body.
