Laura wished she could stay in that fantasy forever; she longed for her lecturer’s touch. For his taste to consume her, his lips to devour her breasts and leave her erect nipples seeping. She wanted his thick, manly hands to dig into her thighs as his tongue worked its way up into her aching hole. She wanted his grip to tighten in her hair as she went down on his shaft. She wanted his claws to dig into her hips as she was bent over that lecture-hall desk and ploughed like a whore. Laura wanted him and there was no denying it now.