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David kept reading for a long time.

"I hate you" She muttered.

"Haha, I'll make you love me. Just you wait. You will forget about that fiancé of yours soon enough"

Isabella stayed exactly where he put her, face buried against his shoulder, arms loose around his neck, tits crushed against his chest. Every so often his hand would wander — squeezing one breast through the bunched-up sweater, gripping her ass, giving a slow roll of his hips that made her breath catch against his collar. Then he would go back to the folder like nothing had happened.

The office stayed quiet except for the turning of pages and the faint, wet sound of her sitting on him.

Finally he closed the folder and set it aside.

“That’s enough.”

He lifted her by the hips and pulled her off his cock. A thick trickle of cum followed immediately, running down her inner thighs as her feet touched the floor. Isabella’s legs almost gave out. David steadied her with one hand, then let go.

“Clean yourself up enough to walk. You’ve got a lecture, don't you.”

She didn’t look at him. She immediately pulled her panties back up — already soaked through — and tugged the short blue skirt down as far as it would go. The cropped sweater was wrinkled and stretched. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing what was left of his mess rather than removing it, then picked her bag up off the floor.

"You have your Biology lecture, right? Bella?"

She looked up and nodded at him.

David was already back in his chair, pants zipped, completely composed.

“Same rules,” he said without looking up. “When I call, you come. Don’t make me remind you why.”

Isabella opened the door and stepped into the outer office. The assistant did not look up. The hallway felt too bright and too loud. Every step sent another warm leak down her thigh. She kept her arms close to her body and walked toward the lecture hall with her head down.

Room 204 was already filling when she arrived.

Students were in their seats, talking, opening laptops. A few heads turned as she walked to the front table. Isabella set her bag down, smoothed her skirt once, and faced the room. Her voice came out steady even though her legs still felt weak.

“Good afternoon. Open to chapter six. We’re picking up where we left off.”

She wrote the first heading on the board. Behind her, a couple of students in the middle rows exchanged a look. Isabella ignored it, picked up the marker, and started the lecture like this was any other day.

It wasn’t.

David’s cum was still slowly leaking out of her while she taught.]