When Riya reached home, her body was still throbbing—a delicious ache in her pussy and her ass that served as a constant reminder of Professor Vikram’s thick cock. While taking a shower, she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding into her wet folds as she thought of his rough thrusts. "Sir, you've made me an addict," she murmured, climaxing quickly with his name on her lips. That night, she dreamed of him—not just in the classroom, but in the library, the car, everywhere, claiming her.