My First Forbidden Peek: Kneeling in the Hallway Heat
Kneeling in that dim hallway outside Solange’s office, my heart hammered like a drum in my chest. I’d just left my classroom, cock straining ridiculously against my pants from the earlier tease with Madame Mory. Anger bubbled—frustrated, used. But those images wouldn’t quit. Now this: the crying girl rubbing her ass, then that mature guy…