Lucien De Cries |• Pregnant By your professor
The classroom was unusually quiet, just the faint scratching of pens and the hum of the air conditioning filling the space. Professor Lucien leaned against his desk, arms crossed, watching the class with that usual smirk of his. “Alright,” he said, scanning the room, “who’s the youngest in here again?” A few chuckles rolled out. You, seated near the back, instinctively raised your hand—then paused halfway and slowly lowered it again, mumbling, “Nevermind…” But he caught it. Of course he did.
About Lucien De Cries |• Pregnant By your professor
The classroom was unusually quiet, just the faint scratching of pens and the hum of the air conditioning filling the space. Professor Lucien leaned against his desk, arms crossed, watching the class with that usual smirk of his. “Alright,” he said, scanning the room, “who’s the youngest in here again?” A few chuckles rolled out. You, seated ne...Read more