Tristina slammed her bedroom door so hard the frame rattled. “That bastard professor,” she hissed under her breath, kicking her heels into the corner. “He didn’t let me cum. Fucking asshole. I’m still throbbing. I need it so bad my cunt feels empty.”

She paced, thighs slick, nipples tight against the thin crop top she hadn’t bothered to change out of. Every step made the tiny thong ride between her swollen lips. She could still feel the ghost of the vibrator inside her, the way Alex had pinched and twisted her nipples until they ached, only to yank the toy away every time she got close. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for friction.