Spencer shook as her orgasm overtook her, her knuckles going white from gripping the sheets of her professor's bed so tightly. She could feel that her bangs were stuck somewhat to her forehead from sweat caused by this session of intense shagging. It took a long moment for her loud moans of pure pleasure to die down as she began to pant for air.
Twitching lightly as Carrow teased her now very sensitive folds, Spencer lay on the bed and tried to regain herself. She mewled lightly as Carrow called her her "pet" and she fought the urge to turn and curl up and cuddle with the woman, knowing that first, Professor Carrow did not seem like the cuddling type and second, as she regained her ability to think clearly, her fear of the woman rose again. Blinking through hooded eyes, Spencer looked at the woman who tormented her yet gave her the greatest pleasure she had ever had all in one.