Tiff Bannister in Naughty Bookworms
Tiff was desperate to land the TA spot in Mr. Lockwood's class, her body practically humming with need as she leaned across his desk. He scanned her credentials, shook his head, and coldly rejected her—said she just didn't have what it took. Tiff smirked, spreading her thighs a little wider, and purred that her resume was bullshit anyway; the real skills she brought were the filthy, cock-hungry ones no piece of paper could ever list, and she was dying to demonstrate every dripping, throat-stretching, grade-grubbing one of them right there.
