Page 31 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

“Kids?”

“Mmhmm.”

I grin and pump my fist, feeling like I’m on top of the world. “Me, too. I’d love to build a house and fill it with little scientists.”

“Not little cowboys?”

“Multitaskers.”

“Named Hoyt Einstein.”

I cackle. “Yeah, for sure. Hoyt and his little sister Bluebell Marie.” I pause. “For Marie Curie.”

She sighs. “Mmm, I got it. But Bluebell Marie really does sound like a good cowgirl name.”

“Maybe her brother needs a better name than Hoyt.” My cock strains, pushing up against my waistband, and I unbuckle.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“You just undid your belt.”

“What are you, the belt detective?”

“It’s a niche skillset, but I’ve honed it this term under the careful instruction of my favorite professor.”

“Damn it, I’m found out.”

She giggles. And then there’s a pause, a little hitch in her breath.

“Paisley,” I say.

There’s a beat of hesitation before she replies. “Yes?”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Ummm…”

“It sounds like you’re rubbing that soft little pussy.”

“I…am. It’s your voice. I love it.”

Well, fuck me.Ilovethat. “Can I watch?”

“Oh my God,” she groans.

But in the next moment, there’s an invitation to switch to a video call.

I tap the screen and she appears, lying sideways on a bed. Wild golden red curls surround her flushed face. Her eyes are bright and her lower lip is swollen from worrying it between her teeth. And in the shadow at the bottom of of the screen, her hand is…moving.

I don’t need to see more than that. I saw it all earlier today. Tasted every inch of her. Pulled her sweet pussy lips into my mouth and licked her clit until she screamed as quietly as she could for a girl coming undone.

I pull my shirt off and unzip my jeans.

“Hi,” she whispers to the screen.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice roughened by fresh need and months-old desire.

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