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0124: Punished By My Professor — Part 2

Author: Kefy Flairr
last update publish date: 2026-04-05 21:42:30

JUANITA

The air in his office had turned into something thick and suffocating, like the atmosphere right before a summer storm.

I was still on my knees, my palms flat against the cold, thin carpet, looking up at him while my heart hammered an uneven rhythm against my ribs.

He didn't say any more words. He just reached down, his long, elegant fingers catching his cock as he freed himself.

I stopped breathing.

He was...huge! Magnificent.

There was no other word for it. He was long, thick
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