“Aren’t you afraid of losing your job with you being this close to me in front of every–––” “If you answered your phone, I wouldn’t be out here chasing you like a fucking dog–––” “But I like to be chased, professor,” I pouted with a pop of my cherry lips. I looked at him, seeing his eyelids twitch before he looked around. “What did you put on me?” He questioned. “This good pussy,” I whispered as Solomon’s mouth dropped.
