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Chapter 8 by pistachios pistachios

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Next day at class

When I go back to Dr. Augustus's office he looks pissed.

"What's up?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Nothing."

I can tell it's not nothing. I catch the paused video feed on his screen-- it shows me shoving markers up the blue haired Doll's cunt.

"You fucking pervert! You were watching!"

I look from his face to the screen. I was a little rough with the girl, sure, but Dolls can experience way worse.

"You jealous?" I ask.

He doesn't respond but I can figure the answer.

"Forbidden fruit always looks tasty, huh?" I say.

He ignores me for the rest of the time I'm in the office.

The next day, I seat myself front and center in the classroom. I wear the exact same outfit I had on while facefucking Candygirl69xxx.

When the professor walks through the door, her eyes land on me and pop. She swallows audibly and her whole body tenses before she walks stiffly to her podium.

I watch her closely during her lecture. She takes long, thirsty swigs from her water glass and rub sweaty-looking palms against her long black skirt. She's usually an engaging speaker, but today she keeps her head down. She carefully focuses on the notes before her.

I raise my hand and clear my throat. Mid lecture, she halts and stutters. "Y-yes, Aaron?"

I take my sweet time opening my mouth and watch color race to her cheeks. She seems to be holding her breath.

"Did you drop this?" I ask. I hold up a dry erase marker.

Her eyes grow wide. She looks at the market and then me. There's a questioning, anxious look on her face, but I give nothing away.

After a pause, she says, "Sure, thank you, I'll take that." I think I see a mixture of relief and disappointment on her face.

She puts the market on her desk and stumbles through the rest of her lecture.

After class, I see her race out. I watch her run into her office and slam the door behind her.

I go to the door and press an ear again. I hear irregular, raspy panting.

The pants escalate to moans. Her voice becomes ragged, breaking as she moans louder and more often.

I get hard hearing the professor get herself off. Knowing she's touching herself while thinking of me makes me smile wide.

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