She was supposed to be grading papers, but now Destiny Dixon is sprawled across the couch in nothing but purple lace panties that hug every curve. Keiran Lee didn’t expect this when he walked in—her thighs already spread wide over his face before he could even gasp. Stockings half-rolled down, garter belt digging into soft skin as she rides him like a student desperate for an A. No warning, no hesitation—just greedy hands pulling him deeper until the whole room smells like sweat and sin.
