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... in struggling to process the scene before her.
It was a monument to raw, unfiltered lust. The side view was perfectly clear: Jax, on his knees, driving into a figure she recognized with a jolt—Professor Zharina. And from the point where their bodies joined, a thick, white drop of cum dripped onto the floor. Then another, smaller one.
Her mind went blank. Confusion, terror, and a hot, unwelcome blush painted her face.
Zharina’s eyes met hers for a split second, a wave of p ...
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