Draco slumped back in Harry’s office chair, chest heaving, his cum still dripping down the laptop screen in thick, sticky streaks. He didn’t bother wiping it off—fuck that. Let her find it. A wicked smirk spread across his face as he stared at the mess, his cock softening but still twitching from the high. “Yeah, take my load, you slutty prof,” he muttered under his breath, chuckling darkly. This was just the start. He pulled out his phone, snapping pics quick: close-ups of the cum-splattered keyboard, the screen frozen on one of her videos where her pink fat pussy was spread wide, fingers buried deep. Then he angled the camera to catch his dick in frame too—still semi-hard, veined and thick, with a drop of cum at the tip. “Evidence, bitch,” he whispered, recording a short video panning over the whole scene, her moans faintly playing in the background.