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Stealing her innocence 11

Penulis: Sommy Pearl
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-02-06 19:15:34

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The shower hadn’t helped. Not really. Water ran hot down my back, steam thick in the small bathroom, but the ache stayed. I was still damn hard. Still throbbing like a reminder I couldn’t ignore. I braced one hand on the tile and let the spray beat against my shoulders, trying to will it away. My own hand had brushed over myself once or twice under the water, slow strokes that only made it worse. No release. No relief. Just more frustration. Grieving, almost. Grieving the years of nothing
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  • DON’T STOP   Studying her curves 62

    DarrellThe second her warm breath ghosted over the head of my cock, I knew I was fucked in every sense that mattered. I carried her to the sofa where her knees still remained knelt.She didn’t tease. Didn’t play coy or flutter her lashes like some porn-star fantasy. She just… opened wider and took me in. Slow at first, lips stretching around the thick ridge, tongue flattening instinctively against the underside like she’d rehearsed this in her head a hundred times. Maybe she had.A low groan ripped out of me before I could lock it down. Fuck. Her mouth was hot, slick, perfect—better than I’d let myself imagine during those long lectures when she’d sit in the front row, pen between her teeth, legs crossed so the hem of her skirt rode up just enough to make me shift in my chair.I threaded my fingers into her curls, gently at first, testing the waters. She hummed around me in response, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. My grip tightened. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to re

  • DON’T STOP   Studying her curves

    DarrellI watched Bella through the half-open blinds, that slow, almost hesitant sway in her hips as she crossed the courtyard toward my private wing of the faculty residence. The wide-brimmed hat shielded most of her face, but I could still make out the nervous way she kept glancing left and right, like she expected someone to jump out and call her name. Sunglasses perched on her nose even though the late-afternoon sun was already dipping behind the palms. Cute. Desperate. Delicious.The knock came softer than I expected—three quick taps, polite, almost apologetic.I let her wait a full ten seconds before I crossed the room and pulled the door open.She slipped inside fast, like she was afraid the hallway cameras might catch her silhouette. The hat came off in one motion; dark curls tumbled free, and she raked shaky fingers through them, trying to look composed. Her lips were glossy, freshly reapplied. Lipstick was the color of ripe plums. I noticed because my eyes always found her m

  • DON’T STOP   Grading her curves 60

    60 BellaThe engine hummed low beneath us as Darrell’s car cut through the evening streets, the city lights smearing past the windows in golden streaks. I couldn’t sit still. My thighs pressed together under my skirt, the memory of his fingers still ghosting over my skin from earlier in his office—slow, deep strokes that had left me trembling against his desk, papers scattered, my gasps echoing off the bookshelves. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face above me: calm, hungry, completely in control.“Thinking about it?” His voice broke the quiet, smooth and knowing.I turned my head too fast. Our eyes met for a second before I looked away, biting down hard on my bottom lip to stop the heat from crawling up my neck.“Can I ask you something?” The words tumbled out before I could overthink them.He nodded once, eyes back on the road. “Go on.”My heart thudded against my ribs. “What did you mean… that you and Gina aren’t serious? What’s going on? Why did you guys have sex then?”He

  • DON’T STOP   Grading her curves 59

    DarrellI watched her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, the black lace catching briefly on her hips before she tugged them down slowly, almost reluctant, but not stopping. She lifted her hips just enough to slide them past her thighs, letting them drop to the floor in a soft heap. The air in the office felt thicker now, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.Her skirt was already bunched at her waist. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking to mine, searching for mercy she knew wasn’t coming, then hooked her knees over the arms of the chair. The motion spread her wide, open, and vulnerable. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent light, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention she hadn’t yet allowed herself to give.Fuck. My cock throbbed hard against my slacks. I didn’t adjust it. Let her see the outline; let her know exactly what this was doing to me.“Beautiful,” I murmured, low enough that it almost sounded like praise. Al

  • DON’T STOP   Grading her curves 58

    DarrellThat Monday, after lectures ended, I headed straight to my office and dropped into the chair behind the desk. I checked my watch to see it was 11:58. Bella should be here any minute. I’d made it crystal clear: noon sharp.My phone buzzed. It was Gina, and her text read:“Sorry, I didn’t reply for three days. I’ve been out of it.”I stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering, then typed back one word: “Okay.”I leaned my head against the chair, closed my eyes, and tried to shove the irritation down.Another buzz. Her again.“Are you angry?”I exhaled through my nose. Typed: “When are we telling your parents about us… about you?”Her reply came almost instantly.“Don’t. Please! Not yet, at least.”I was halfway through typing something sharper when a knock rattled the door.My pulse kicked up. Bella?“The door’s open,” I called.It swung inward. Not Bella. The course rep—bright-eyed, clipboard in hand, launching into some bullshit about assignment deadlines and group-proj

  • DON’T STOP   Grading her curves 57

    DarrellThere was a gasp suddenly from the phone, and it hit me like a shot of adrenaline straight to the dick. I smirked against the dim living-room light, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm wherever the hell she was sitting.Then she whispered, barely audible, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I laughed low, the sound rough in my throat. “Didn’t you watch the whole thing? I’m sure that you did.”“I didn’t,” she said quickly and defensively.“Then why’d you call me?” I shifted, spreading my thighs wider on the sofa. “I only asked you to call after the ending of the sex.”She gulped. Loud enough, I could picture her throat working, cheeks burning. My free hand drifted down, palming myself through my sweats first, then slipping under the waistband. Already leaking. Fuck.“So you did watch it to the end?” I asked, voice dropping.“Yes, I did, but I didn’t touch myself,” she rushed out.I almost laughed again but swallowed it, stroking once, slow, l

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