Bad Mistake. Part 6

“What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?” He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously.

“What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?”

My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.

He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. “He wouldn’t like that, would he?” When I didn’t say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. “Would he?”

“No,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.

I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn’t a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers