Roxana stood frozen at the shattered entrance, her brain struggling to process the scene before her.
It was a monument to raw, unfiltered lust. The side view was perfectly clear: Jax, on his knees, driving into a figure she recognized with a jolt—Professor Zharina. And from the point where their bodies joined, a thick, white drop of cum dripped onto the floor. Then another, smaller one.
Her mind went blank. Confusion, terror, and a hot, unwelcome blush painted her face.
Zharina's eyes met hers for a split second, a wave of pure shame flashing across her face before she desperately looked away.
Meanwhile, Jax was boiling over.
"You chubby little bitch," he snarled, his voice a low growl. "I told you not to enter."
Roxana's mouth opened, but only a stammer came out. "But—"
