Alex dropped onto a quiet campus bench under the late-afternoon shade of an oak tree, unwrapping his sandwich with mechanical movements.
The bread felt dry in his mouth as he forced down slow bites, eyes locked on Janeth's email glowing on his phone screen.
Alice's face filled the photo, locked in raw ecstasy mid-doggy behind the restroom building, skirt bunched around her waist, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
The video thumbnail beside it showed her on her knees, cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back as his cock stuffed her mouth.
Cold sweat prickled along his hairline and down his spine; his cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants, the memory of Janeth's hand rubbing him in her office still burning under his skin, eyes darkening to feral red slits, every muscle coiled with the vibe that he'd ruin any pussy on sight.
