But I still feel terrible. “What’s wrong, teach?” she says, “Come on, you said you’d save your comments for when I misbehaved again. Going up…and down. Now, from the look of your tran***********s, I’ve seen stellar performances from you both. There’s no way he’d even entertain the idea of-
“I’m not convinced,” he replies, “I believe a trial is in order.”
…what? Professor Zamasu then pulls out of her and starts stroking himself, groaning more and more. Everything that girl just said is bullshit.”
Dang it, Caulifla. Farewell, Caulifla.”
What?! She worked herself to the bone just to put chances in place to get here. If so, I might just reconsi-”
He interrupts her by pulling her up by her hair and pushing her against the desk. She progressively pushes my panties aside with each stroke as she leans closer to my ear. There’s no way. What’s the matter with her?! To stay. Such a pervert. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. After moments of pleasuring Professor Zamasu, I start to feel Caulifla’s fingers rubbing against my slit, making me moan. “Caulifla,” I say to her, “Sit normally.
