Lila’s legs were shaking so badly she had to grip the edge of the desk to stay upright. The classroom felt smaller now, the air thick and heavy with the scent of sex—her arousal, Tyler’s sweat, the faint musk of what they’d just done. Her pussy throbbed painfully, still stretched and leaking, clenching around nothing after Tyler had pulled out so abruptly. She was right there on the edge, body screaming for release, but the orgasm Tyler had been building had vanished the second Professor Voss’s voice cut through the darkness.

Tyler had mumbled some excuse and practically run out the door, leaving her bent over the desk like a...