The first bell hadn’t even rung, but Mr. Cole already had his cock twitching in his slacks. Adeline, the new transfer with the cherry-red lips and skirt barely covering her thighs, lingered by his desk after class. She smelled like vanilla and rebellion.

"Need help with your schedule, Adeline?" he asked, voice low.

She bit her lip, sliding a handwritten note across the oak. *Meet me in the supply closet. Last period. I've got something to show you.* He crumpled it into his fist.

The closet smelled like crayons and dust. She was there first, leaning against the shelves, her top undone. "Took you long enough," she whispered, pulling him in by the belt. Her hand dove straight to his zipper. "I've been dreaming of this cock since I saw it bulge during morning announcements."

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slick and warm. He groaned as she stroked the veins, thumb circling his leaking head. "You want this little pussy, Mr. Cole?" She slid her skirt up, revealing black lace, soaked already.

He didn't answer—just spun her around, bent her over a stack of textbooks. Her fine ass pushed back against his slacks as he yanked her panties to her knees. His tongue dove into her slit from behind, lapping up her sweet cream, making her moan into the plaster walls. She was dripping, dripping onto the glossy covers.

When he finally slid his dick inside her from behind, it was like a glove. Absolute. Her walls clenched, raw and hungry. He hammered her against