The academy corridors felt longer than usual as Amber walked beside Raj and the two other guards. Her legs were still unsteady. Her thighs were sticky with the evidence of what she had just forced Kabir to do in his office. Thick, warm cum was slowly leaking from her stretched asshole, soaking into her panties with every step and making the fabric cling uncomfortably to her skin. Milk had leaked through the front of her blouse in two faint, dark patches that she hoped the guards would not notice. She kept her eyes forward, cheeks flushed, the two collars hidden beneath her high necked blouse like secret brands on her skin.
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