Mag-log inCraving The Professor (2)Lila Monroe's POVI should have walked away the second he locked the door. I knew what that look in his eyes meant, and I still stayed. Maybe I wanted this. Maybe I needed it more than I thought.Professor Callum Ward didn’t say a word at first. He just stepped around to the front of the couch, took hold of my left wrist, and tugged me forward. The movement jolted me, but I didn’t resist. His grip was firm. I glanced down, and that was when I saw the bulge straining against his pants. That man was hard! Fuckkkk. He was hard for me.He slipped a looped rope over my wrist, then moved quickly. He guided the other end beneath the heavy leg of the couch, lifted the frame with one hand, and dragged the rope tight. My arm stretched across the backrest. Then he did the same with the other. In seconds, I was tied, pinned over smooth leather, bent forward with my hips raised and legs wide apart. My face pressed into the cushion. I couldn’t move.I could feel my heart p
I wanted Professor Callum Ward to fúck me the moment I saw him.It wasn’t just because he was handsome, although he absolutely was. He had that quiet, serious kind of attraction that didn’t try to impress anyone but somehow pulled all the attention in the room. There was something about him that made it hard to breathe, like the air changed when he walked past. Professor Callum Ward looked sharp and composed, always put together in a way that seemed effortless. His button-down shirts were always crisp, his dark slacks perfectly fitted. He never smiled unless he had to, and when he did, it was subtle, like he was always holding something back.His hair was salt-and-pepper, thick and slightly messy, but it worked for him. It gave him a distinguished, powerful look. He didn’t style it, I was sure of that, but somehow it always looked perfect. His eyes were what really got to me. They were pale and cold, and when they landed on you, they didn’t just look. They studied. They stripped. It f
He spun me around in one swift, brutal motion. My chest slammed against the hot metal of the truck bonnet. The sun had baked the paint all afternoon, and the heat seared straight through my palms, sharp and unforgiving. My skirt remained bunched uselessly at my waist, ass completely bare to the empty road stretching out behind us. A faint breeze whispered over my slick skin, cooling the wetness already coating my inner thighs. I panted hard, still trembling from the aftershocks of that first violent orgasm against the door. Legs shaky, knees weak, juices trickling down in slow, sticky trails.He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. No teasing, no gentle touches, no slow buildup—just raw, impatient need. Rough hands gripped my hips and yanked them back toward him, spreading me wider. His cock pressed blunt and insistent against my entrance—thick, rock-hard, still glistening from my mouth earlier. Then one single, merciless thrust. He drove in deep, no warning, no pause. The stretch
The truck lurched violently, metal groaning as a sharp bang exploded from underneath. One tire blew first, then the second—rubber shredding against the scorching asphalt in a vicious hiss. The whole rig shuddered and swerved hard to the right. The driver cursed through clenched teeth, thick arms flexing as he wrestled the wheel, fighting to keep us from flipping. Gravel crunched under the rims when he finally muscled the truck onto the shoulder. Dust billowed up in a choking red cloud, swirling around the cab before settling in the merciless midday heat. Middle of nowhere. No other vehicles in sight, no houses, no shade—just endless dry scrub, cracked earth, and a sky so bright it hurt to look at.I was riding shotgun, my skirt already hiked high from hours of sitting. My thighs stuck to the cracked vinyl seat, skin damp with sweat that had nowhere to go. The air conditioner had died somewhere back in the last state line, leaving the cab thick and stifling. A slow trickle of perspirat
Ride For Me, Naughty Girl (2)Before mounting him, I paused to admire how hard his dick was and, more importantly, how big it was. I gave it a quick kiss and lick, but that wasn’t enough.I couldn’t resist. Without further introduction between my mouth and his dick, I gobbled him to the base.He was deep in the back of my throat and getting harder by the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to the head, swirled my tongue around the ridge before releasing it, and grabbed it with my hand to stroke it a few times.The expression on René’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe.He said nothing and just looked at me as I worked him with both hands. I put his head in my mouth one more time, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet, and still he didn’t break his gaze.I climbed onto his dick slowly, looking to see if René’s expression would finally change. He dropped his head to the bed and then looked at me again with a big smile.“You are so not what I expected,” René
I don’t know when he snuck into my room, but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick, which was hard as granite.“When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror?” I wondered silently.My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me, was now in my bed.“For as long as I’ve been in the States, I’ve tried hard not to touch you, but then I saw your door open, and when I peeked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore,” René whispered in my ear, as if he had heard the questions I had just asked myself.I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped, and I pumped back.He went faster, and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.“Ahhh! I’m about to cum,” I
The Secret Orgy (4)Bob was having a hard time too, literally. His cóck strained against the tight confines of his underwear and trousers.“I did not expect this,” he thought, his jaw tight. With all his earlier suspicions about the party, nothing had prepared him for what was happening.He felt Be
Dorian eats pússy like a man possessed. I have never seen anything like it.It is like a junkie who has not had a fix in weeks. He dives in like he is never going to get another taste.Fire alarms could go off and he would not even flinch. When he locks onto me, there is no stopping him.I have nev
My Coworker Made me wet (2)When we left the diner, we hugged goodbye and promised to keep in touch on a social level. Wren gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which surprised me more than I expected.I told myself she was just being friendly, but over the last hour my body had been screaming otherw
I climbed onto the bed and she greeted me with a grin and a welcoming embrace, pulling me close as she breathed, “Oh God, that is hot,” while my sloppy, wet cøck pushed into her equally wet pússy.I knew I was not going to last long, and as I thrust into her she gasped my name and whispered, “Don’t







