Chase’s dick was as impenetrable as a stone. It picked itself up inside his underwear, without warning and at full speed moreover. He just sat there in his chair, appearing to be expressionless-faced when in fact, deep down in the bounds of his feelings, he was lusting after his good-looking lecture, Mila Brooks.

She seemed to be in a sociable mood today. Her cheeks were glowing and lenient; her eyes flickered with cheeriness; while her lips steadily twirled into an ecstatic smile. Whenever Mila stared at Chase, he was dared to conclude that she was smiling at him peculiarly. Was she not in any event?

Mila’s clothes were virtually irresistible just like herself. This afternoon, she was putting on an exquisite mini dress that held on to her skin intimately. Her legs were stripped nude and lovely; her behind? It looked seductive to the degree that a minor rocking of it from side to side of it made Chase’s erect dick stiffen all the more. He craved to stroke her wondrous skin and pinch her butts too. He would carry this out at any opportunity that would made available to him.

At last, the classroom was vacant and hushed. Chase was settled in his chair by himself, silently glancing over his open textbook and getting lost in thought over the eerie erections that had disturbed him during Mila Brooks’ class in the afternoon. Was it sane for him to lust after her this irrepressible way? He sought to turn a blind eye to everything regardless.

Her high-heels pierced the floor sharply and step by step. She was clothed in her arousing underwear and bra, lifting in her hand a huge bag filled with a bunch of stuff inside it. Sure. She was going to dance on her own inside the deserted Criminal Investigations classroom while some notes of silver-toned music played loudly. It was quiet and desolate besides. The setting was precisely what she required to do her disco dancing thing. She had all the time been intrigued with this whole idea after all.

When Mila thrust the door open, Chase was pressed to jump out of his seat for dread of happening upon the feared. Were not all the students and lecturers vanished? Who could have tarried at the university up till this time in the night? Maybe it was one of those souls of the dead that had been long whispered to patronize the institution and those who had the nerve to settle around here at night?

Much to his trauma, the shape manifesting before his eyes was not that chilling or terrifying enough. She was enchanting in every way believable, her lengthy strands of hair littered carelessly down her shoulders. Her eyes were aglow likewise; her cheeks looking extremely delicate and womanly to just gawp at. Was she genuinely human, or a mere spook?