Bianca wakes up confused.

As the warmth of Dr. Davis's body and the comfort of the chair envelop her, Bianca feels her eyelids growing heavy, her breathing slowing. She tries to fight it, but her body betrays her, succumbing to the exhaustion that has been building up. Her head lolls to the side, her cheek coming to rest against the back of the chair. Dr. Davis's arms, still wrapped around her waist, seem to tighten ever so slightly, holding her in place as she drifts off into a deep sleep.

The sound of her own breathing and the faint rustle of Dr. Davis's chest rising and falling are the last things she's aware of before her consciousness slips away. The tension in her body releases, her limbs growing limp and still as she sinks deeper into sleep.

Time loses all meaning as Bianca sleeps, her body completely relaxed, her mind a jumble of incoherent thoughts and images. The warmth of the chair and the comfort of Dr. Davis's presence seem to seep into her bones, lulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

But as the hours tick by, Bianca's body begins to stir, her subconscious slowly bringing her back to awareness. She shifts slightly, her head rolling to one side, and her eyes flicker open. She's met with an unfamiliar ceiling, the sight jolting her awake. It takes her a few moments to remember the events of the evening, the passionate encounter with Dr. Davis that led to this unexpected nap. As her memory sharpens, a blush creeps across her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at the recollection of their intimate moments.

As Bianca blinks away the sleep, her eyes drift open to the familiar sight of Dr. Davis. He's lying next to her, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm, a soft snore escaping his lips. His eyes are closed, and a lock of hair has fallen across his forehead, giving him an endearingly boyish appearance. Bianca's heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of him, a mix of emotions swirling in her chest.

She looks down, her gaze tracing the lines of her own body, and realizes that she's still dressed in everything but her high heels. The black skirt is rumpled and pushed up around her waist, and her sweater top is stained with sweat. The delicate necklace still glimmers around her neck, a sparkling reminder of the events that led her to this moment. Bianca's face heats up with a blush as she remembers the passion and intensity of their encounter.

As Bianca's gaze drops to her lower body, her hand instinctively follows, her fingers trailing down her stomach to investigate the state of her attire. She gently reaches down, her fingertips brushing against the ripped fabric of her pantyhose, the jagged edges scratching lightly against her skin. Her exploration continues, her palm cupping her mound as she checks the condition of her underwear. The sodden fabric clings to her, cool and damp against her skin, a tangible reminder of Dr. Davis's recent release. Bianca's face grows hotter as she recalls the intensity of their coupling, her body responding with a fresh wave of sensitivity.

Bianca's gaze lingers on Dr. Davis's peaceful face, his soft snores a gentle hum that fills the air. She feels a flutter in her chest as she recalls the passion with which he had taken her, his body fierce and unyielding as he claimed her. Her eyes drift down to her own hand, still cupped against her mound, and a shiver runs down her spine as she remembers the way he had touched her, the way he had made her feel.

Without thinking, Bianca's fingers begin to move, gently stroking against the sodden fabric of her panties. The sensation sends a spark of electricity through her body, and she bites her lip, her eyes fixed on Dr. Davis's face. She can't help but wonder what he would do if he knew what she was doing, if he would reach out and take her hand, guiding her fingers to the places that ached for his touch.

As she strokes herself, Bianca feels a low, thrumming tension building in her body. Her nipples peak beneath her sweater top, and her breath catches in her throat. She glances over at Dr. Davis, her heart skipping a beat as she worries that she might wake him. But he sleeps on, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside her.

Bianca's fingers falter, her hand hovering over her mound as she hesitates. The room is quiet, the only sound the gentle snoring of Dr. Davis and the distant hum of the city outside. The tension in her body coils tighter, and she can feel sweat beading on her forehead, her skin flushed and sensitive. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the ache between her legs only grows stronger.

Finally, Bianca makes a decision. With a quick, furtive glance at Dr. Davis, she slips her hand beneath the fabric of her pantyhose and panties. Her fingers brush against her slick folds, and she can't suppress a soft gasp at the sensation. She's wet, her body already responding to her own touch, and the knowledge sends a thrill through her.

Bianca begins to move her fingers more deliberately, circling her clit and dipping down to tease her entrance. Each touch sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she can feel her walls clenching around nothing. She arches her back slightly, her hips rocking into her hand as she loses herself in the sensation.

As she touches herself, Bianca watches Dr. Davis's face, memorizing every detail of his peaceful expression. She wonders what he would think if he woke up and saw her like this, if he would join in or scold her for being so naughty. The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan.

Bianca's movements become more frantic as she gets closer to her peak, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Her fingers work faster, harder, pressing and circling and stroking in a relentless rhythm. She can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her body, building towards a crescendo.

Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Bianca stopped herself. She pulled her hand away, sitting up straight and taking a deep, shuddering breath. Her skin was flushed, her heart pounding in her chest, and her body felt like it was on fire. She knew that if she continued, she'd come apart at the seams, and the thought scared her. She'd never been so turned on before, never felt so out of control, and it both thrilled and terrified her.

As she removed Dr. Davis's sweater top again, Bianca couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She paused momentarily, a small smile playing on her lips as she was amused by the fact that Dr. Davis had been sweet enough to put it back on her while she slept. The gentle gesture seemed out of character for the dominating professor, and it warmed her heart. She tossed the sweater aside, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. The cool air caressed her skin, making her nipples peak, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Bianca's gaze drifted back to Dr. Davis, his peaceful face a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. She wanted to jump him right then and there, to feel him inside her again, to make him cum in her once more. But she hesitated, unsure if waking him up was the right idea. She didn't want to disturb him, not yet, not when he looked so serene. Her eyes lingered on his face, drinking in the sight of him, and she felt her desire grow stronger.

Her hands seemed to move of their own accord, her fingers trailing down her stomach, tracing the curves of her hips. She felt a spark of electricity run through her body, and her breath caught in her throat. As her fingers brushed over the waistband of her pantyhose, she felt the jagged edges of the torn fabric. A rush of memories flooded back to her — Dr. Davis's strong hands tearing them apart.

Bianca's fingers hesitated for a moment, poised on the waistband of her skirt. She glanced over at Dr. Davis, her heart beating slightly faster as she wondered if the sound of her undressing would wake him. But he slept on, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. She took a deep breath and then, with a quiet rustle of fabric, she carefully and quietly slipped off her skirt. It pooled on the floor beside the sweater top, leaving her in just her bra, torn pantyhose, and panties. The cool air caressed her skin, making her shiver slightly, and she felt a fresh wave of sensitivity wash over her.

Bianca carefully and quietly slid under the sheets of the bed, doing her best to not wake up Dr. Davis. The professor whose class she had again in only a few hours. Her professor who had buried himself into her and cum so deeply twice. Her professor who had feasted on her sex and made her cum so hard.

As Bianca nestled into the warmth of the sheets, the scent of Dr. Davis's cologne enveloped her, a heady mix of musk and spice that made her head spin. She could feel the heat of his body still radiating against her skin, and it took all her willpower not to reach out and touch him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was sure he must be able to hear it. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but all she could see was Dr. Davis's face, his intense gaze boring into her, his lips curled into a smirk.

Bianca nestled deeper into the sheets, trying to calm her racing heart. She could feel the warmth of Dr. Davis's body next to her, his breathing slow and steady. She knew she should try to sleep, but her mind was reeling with thoughts of their encounter earlier. The way he touched her, the taste of him on her lips, the feel of him inside her...

Bianca's hand slowly trailed down her body, her fingers ghosting over her skin. She could feel the cool air caressing her naked flesh, making her shiver. Her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric of her bra, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She was so sensitive, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

As Bianca nestled deeper into the sheets, the warmth of Dr. Davis's body seeped into her pores, calming her frazzled nerves. She let out a sigh, feeling her eyelids droop, heavy with exhaustion. Despite the turmoil brewing inside her, the comfort of the bed and the soothing scent of Dr. Davis's cologne conspired to lull her into relaxation. Her hand rested lightly on her stomach, her fingers spread wide as if embracing the memory of their encounters.

With a languid movement, Bianca gently stroked her belly, imagining how full he must have pumped her the two times he finished. A subtle smile played on her lips as she pictured the scene - Dr. Davis's passionate expression, his labored breathing, and the triumphant gleam in his eye as he released his seed inside her. The recollection sent a ripple of satisfaction through her, and Bianca's entire being began to unwind.

With each passing moment, Bianca's thoughts grew foggier, her limbs heavier. Sleep beckoned, promising a temporary reprieve from the whirlwind emotions swirling inside her. As her hand continued its gentle exploration of her belly, Bianca's grip on reality faltered. With a final sigh, she surrendered to the allure of slumber, drifting away into a dreamless expanse.