Calling the Kettle Black

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“Come in.” I call from my desk, answering the knock on my office door.

“Hey Alice.”

“Hiya Bonnie. What’s up”

“Got those topo maps you requested.”

“Thanks, appreciate it.”

“So you hear about Doc Smith? Somebody walked in on him feeling up a girl after class! You’d think he’d know better than messing with a student these days.”

“Hadn’t, but not surprised. Those male profs are all toads. Close the door when you go, will ya hun?”

“She’s gone, baby,” I murmur. Lounging back while fingers ease my thighs open wide, I grin as her lips embrace my clit again.

Published 5 years ago

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