Proserpina
I turned, touching my heavy breasts, playing with my nipples and sighed,
‘Really? You are SUCH a bad student, Mr. Delano.’
Shaking my head reproachfully at him, I turned to him and touched my wet panties.
He stilled, his eyes riveted on the skimpy garment.
'Oh, Lucien,' I sighed, and dimpling again at him,...