Derek lounged back on the massive leather couch, legs spread wide, his thick cock still twitching from the sight of Stiles’s recent orgasm on the coffee table. Her fat pink pussy was still visibly glistening, puffy lips slightly parted as she caught her breath. He stroked his massive bulge slowly, that arrogant smirk never leaving his handsome face.

“Fuck, princess… you came so fucking hard just from playing with that slutty cunt in front of your own professor,” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. “The perfect little English major, always sitting in the front row with your nose in a book, giving me those disgusted glares… and now look at you. Naked, dripping, and shaking like a desperate whore. Tell me, Stiles — does it turn you on knowing your arrogant professor now owns your holes for the night?”