My Steamy Story: Gwen studiert und benötigt viel Geld. S...

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Okay, bestie, get ready because this tea is piping hot and honestly, it was a whole plot twist. So, I’m Gwen, I’m in uni and my bank account is drier than the Sahara—big yikes. I decided to try out this boujee escort thing, thinking it’d be some low-key dinner dates and maybe some awkward, vanilla sex, period.

I show up to this super nice apartment, my heart is literally in my throat. The door opens and I am SHOOK. It’s Professor Davies, my goddamn Ancient Philosophy prof, the one who’s always giving me that low-key thirsty look during lectures. No cap, my soul left my body. He just smirks and is like, “Surprise, Ms. Evans. The syllabus is… different tonight.”

He leads me not to a living room, but down to this fully decked-out BDSM dungeon in his basement. Like, we’re talking shackles, a St. Andrew’s Cross, the whole shebang. My brain short-circuited. He tells me he wants to film everything, for his “private collection.” I was finna yeet myself out of there, but the money… sheesh, the money was life-changing.

So I’m standing there, trembling, as he tells me to get on my knees. He unbuckles his pants and his dick is already rock hard. He puts his hand on the back of my head and goes, “Open wide, my star pupil.” And OMG, the second his cock hit the back of my throat, something in me just… snapped. I looked right up at him, into the camera he had set up, and I went to work. I deep-throated him like my degree depended on it, my pussy getting wetter with every guttural moan he made. It was the most unhinged, power-trippy, and high-key iconic night of my life, and the video? Let’s just say he curved me on my last paper, but I got the A+ where it counted.