The sound she made when my fingers curled inside her was worth every single point I'd ever spent on this Sanctum.
Aurora's back bowed against the teacher's desk. Her orange ponytails dragged across the oak surface as her head turned sideways, cheek pressing flat against the wood, green eyes losing focus as her body registered what my fingers were doing. The white shirt pulled tighter across her chest with each heaving breath, the wet spot spreading around her right nipple where milk continued to leak through the fabric. Her bare feet slid apart on the tile floor, widening her stance and giving me room to work.
"You've been very disruptive, Fitzgerald." I kept my voice low and even. The teacher register. The one that made Aurora lose her goddamn mind. "Forty minutes of touching yourself while your classmates were being evaluated. That's an academic violation."
