“Beg me for it,” I said, rubbing my thick tip through her wetness. “Beg your professor to fuck you.” Her breath hitched as she opened her mouth. “Please, Professor Ashford, will you fuck me?” “Who do you belong to?” I asked, teasing her clit. Drunk or not, I knew the words were hard for her to say. “You,” she finally whispered. “I belong wholly to you.”
