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I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.
Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me.
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When the class finally ended, Professor Thompson beckoned me to stay behind, his voice low and commanding. Once the door closed, he turned to face me, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Aynsley, I’ve noticed you’ve been… distracted lately,” he said, stepping closer. Before I could respond, he cupped my face in his large hand and leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “I wonder if it’s because you’re craving something you can’t quite have.”
His other hand reached down to finger my clit through my damp panties, and I gasped, my body arching into his touch. He stroked me through the fabric, his fingers finding the sensitive nub and teasing it until I was panting with need. Without warning, he shucked my panties down and plunged two thick fingers into my dripping slit, curving them just right to hit my G-spot.
As I trembled and teetered on the edge, he crooked his fingers just so, and I exploded, my inner walls clenching around him as I squirted, my release soaking his hand and my discarded panties. He pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Mmm, you taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with a hint of possession.
With that, he gathered my spent panties and tucked them into his pocket. “This, Aynsley, is going to be our new routine. Now, get to class, and try not to get too wet.” He winked at me, leaving me flushed, excited, and eager for our next illicit encounter.
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