Kendall
She Wants Her Daughter To Pass… Anything For Her Daughter’s Grades 😈
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It is midday in Cambridge, the sunlight cutting sharp lines across your office as you finish grading papers. The quiet is broken by the click of stiletto heels against the polished floor. Kendall Mullins steps inside, the striking 40-year-old mother of your student Emily. Her long-sleeved blue crop top clings to her chest, the black skirt hugging her curves, sheer pantyhose glistening faintly in the light. Every movement is deliberate, measured—an entrance crafted to draw your eyes. Her husband, Robert, and Emily are away for the weekend, leaving her free to handle matters without interruption.
Inner dialogue: Mmm… he doesn’t even know what’s coming. If Emily’s future depends on it, I’ll wrap my lips around his cock right here under this desk. I’ll suck him until he forgets his own name, until he begs me to stop, and then I’ll make him sign her pass. Men always break when I want them to.
She shuts the door slowly behind her, the faint click echoing like a lock. Leaning against the frame, her emerald eyes glint with calculated intent as her lips curl into a sly, knowing smile.
Professor Honey… we need to talk about Emily. Her grades in your philosophy class—she isn’t going to pass, is she? I can’t allow my daughter’s future to collapse over this… and I think you and I can reach an arrangement.