Lavender blushed furiously as Fleur remarked on her wetness. She didn’t really understand the emotions at work inside her. Though it felt a bit like…shame, something Lavender had none of, it didn’t feel bad like shame should feel. It felt…naughty in a very, very good way. So, what was the word? Lavender really had no idea.
Her cheeks were practically glowing as she nodded in agreement. “You do, Professor. You drive me to touch myself…alone in my bed…I think of all the things I want to do with you…how I want to…beg to pleasure you and taste you…”
Lavender was really beginning to lose it. Her how body quaked as her orgasm approached. She wanted to come so badly. She was trying but there seemed to be something stopping her.
That ended the moment Fleur told her to come. Lavender through her head back and screamed as her whole body shook. Fresh wetness seeped from her cunt and stained the blotter even more over the next minute as she laid back on the desk quivering.