A pervy touch.

"Our time to converse is approaching an end for now. Fear not, I can answer your questions at a later period however this is where we'll have to part ways." Rikka says, still sounding slightly synthetic.

The darkness that engulfs you starts to rapidly recede as a blinding light swiftly approaches. The light brings a calming warmth with it that you hadn't realised was missing.

"Wait!" You cry out into the abyss. "How can I find you again?" You don't get a formal response, although you are sure you hear happy giggles just upon waking up.

* The Classroom.

You moan aloud with an incredibly dry throat, fatigue flooding your body. Your body feels as though it is spinning during the rushing sensations and feelings that return. The solid ground under your back is the last to return. Your body feels hot and your hips buck as a probing sensation fills your lower lips.

"Shh. Be quite cutie. You're just having a nice dream..." A man speaks soothingly to your delirious form. The feelings intensify as you feel yourself being stretched by another probing digit drawing another long moan from your throat.

"Mr Jensen?" You moan. Your hips buck more as your pussy gushes from his magic touch. "What- Are- You- Doing?" You gasp at his squirming fingers.

"I'm teaching. As a good professor I must always be teaching the next generation, especially how to not be little teasing whores during my lessons!" You moan and cum hard on his hand. He continues to thrust in and out of your tight hole. "Fuck me, this stuff is really good. I thought for sure it would've been a ripoff."

Your pussy drips onto the floor as the wet slaps of vigorously probing fingers doesn't relent. You feel as if you're burning up, as if your pussy is on fire, a deep need inside. Your body screams for release despite it only just being received. "Please... Don't stop Mr Jensen!" You plead whorishly.

Deep down you know you shouldn't let this happen, you know you should stop, you know that if you open your mouth the only words will be pleas for him to ravage your body... You keep your mouth clenched shut tightly, a buildup of whines and moans muffled behind your hands.

"That's it whore. Cum for me again. Cum for your professor." As if by command your pussy obeys and clamps on his fingers to suckle them while he continuously teases your g-spot. Your back arches up to drive your soaking cunt onto his miracle hands. "Such a good girl. I'm glad I didn't use all of this, seems like I won't need it..." Through your lust filled state you see him holding a small vial which he pockets. "Tell me Michael, what do you want in your whore cunt next?"