Scene Description:
In the midst of a howling storm, Prof. West's nipples hardened under her thin robe as she poured steaming tea, the wind rattling the windows like it wanted in. A knock cut through the chaos Dane Cross, her soaked, shivering student, clothes plastered to his lean body, water dripping from his hair down his chest. She hadn't expected anyone, but his soaked dedication made her clit throb. She yanked him inside, stripped off his wet shirt with a towel that lingered too long on his skin, and pressed hot tea into his hands. Alone in the house, she couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his pants; his devotion had her dripping. With a wicked smile she pushed him against the counter, whispering how badly she needed that thick cock stretching her right now, and he was already hard and willing.
