Jax's grip on her breasts was brutal.
All his anger. All his frustration. Channeled into that squeeze.
His hips thrust forward with equal force. Even through layers of fabric, the sound of his balls smacking against her ass echoed across the silent battlefield.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
The force was excessive. Violent. Almost comical in its intensity.
And then something unexpected happened.
[DP +1]
Everyone had turned toward the commotion. Hundreds of eyes locked onto Professor Edric.
Petrified.
'What the fuck is happening?'
'Did Edric just...?'
'Is he... humping the headmistress?'
Lysandra was clueless. She couldn't see behind her. Could only feel hands mauling her chest and something hard grinding against her backside.
She tried to turn her neck. Couldn't see his face. Tried to use force to break the grip.
Useless.
Jax's hold was iron.
Then she broke. Third time today. A new personal record.
