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, I went on.

'I am so wet...I think I shall go and take a bath, maybe.'

The man on the bed looked dangerously flushed, the veins on his forehead standing out as he snarled,

'Woman, I will f*cking make you pay for this,'

"Temper, temper,' I sighed and took my nipples in my hands, rolling...