"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Sloane moaned out loud one more time before letting loose.
Enveloped in her depth, felt her warm nectar wrap around his decreasing member as he pulled it out.
"Mmmmm!"
With an exhausted breath of ecstasy, Sloane spread both of her arms wide across the desk while inwardly realizing her legs had turned cold from Max's rapid hard thrusts.
Without a word, Max placed down her legs then observed his limp member for a moment before pulling his underwear over it. Followed by a quick buckle of his belt.
Being the only spectator of course, the Provost watched with cold interest . Her thoughts and emotions completely hidden behind those eyes.
In the next embarrassing moment of silence for Sloane who was yet to recover the feel of her lower limbs and get up- Max was done, back to his normal student uniform.
"Done."
Picking up his bag, Max gaze found the Provost's eyes, skipping the nude body between them with a composed expression.
"Good. Follow me."
