"Like what you see, Professor?"
Heena didn't answer with words. Almost unconsciously, she slid off the edge of the bed and moved toward him, drawn like a moth to flame.
Her eyes remained fixed on his heavy, thick cock. It looked even more intimidating up close... long, girthy, and already half-hard, the prominent veins pulsing faintly under her gaze. This was no longer just a memory from the car or a feel through fabric. This was real.
"This is a monster…" she murmurred, the word slipping out in a breathless whisper.
Her hand rose slowly, fingers trembling slightly as she reached out, driven by pure curiosity and overwhelming desire to touch it, to understand its weight and heat in reality.
Before her fingertips could make contact, Alex caught her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her just inches away.
He chuckled low in his throat, eyes dark with amusement.
