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After the Hot Sex
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In My Professor's Arms Cock Tease on Soaked Panties
The bed creaked softly as Victor straddled me. His knees pressed against my hips on either side, and the warmth from his thighs soaked through the thin fabric of his boxers into my skin. The room smelled strongly of our excitement—his cedar cologne mixed with the sweet scent of my wetness that had already soaked my panties. I took a shaky breath, filling my lungs with that intoxicating mix.His hands moved to my hips. His thumbs brushed the edge of my underwear, right above my pubic bone, teasing the sensitive skin there. I moaned and lifted my hips toward him without thinking, craving more contact. He started grinding slowly. His cock felt hard and thick under the cloth, pressing directly against my clit through my soaked panties. The friction sent waves of pleasure through my body, making my clench tightly with need.I grabbed his ass with both hands. My fingers dug into the firm muscles, and I guided his movements as he rolled his hips. The bulge of his erection
In My Professor's Arms Tongue on Clit, Cock on Hip: Filthy Foreplay
The door swung open. Victor stood there, his gray-streaked hair catching the faint glow from the hallway light. He held his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, the fabric wrinkled from a long day at work. I stepped into his upscale apartment. My bag slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a thud. Months had passed since our heated encounter on his desk. The memory crashed over me now.The air smelled of his cedar cologne mixed with the musky scent of his skin after travel. My pussy clenched hard. A deep ache spread through my core. His eyes locked onto mine. They looked dark and full of heat. We stood there for ten seconds. Then fifteen. Our breathing grew heavy and matched each other. The sound filled the quiet room.His gaze felt heavy on me. My nipples hardened under my blouse. They pressed against the lace of my bra. He stepped closer. His fingers touched my jawline. The rough pad of his thumb traced my cheekbone. A shiver ran down my spine. My skin pri
In My Professor's Arms Desk-Fucked
I woke up suddenly as morning light filtered through the curtains and spread across the bedroom floor in soft streaks. The memories of last night hit me hard—the intense sex with Victor on his office desk. My body felt sore in a satisfying way, with a dull ache between my thighs and faint marks from the silk tie still visible on my wrists. José lay asleep next to me, his face calm and unaware of what I had done. I carefully got out of bed and felt the cool floor under my feet as I walked to the kitchen.I started the coffee maker, and the rich aroma soon filled the air. But my thoughts were focused on Victor: the way his hands gripped me, how his cock filled me completely, and the raw sounds we made together in that empty office. I poured myself a cup of coffee, but my hands shook slightly. I leaned against the counter and tried to understand the person I was turning into.I sat down at the kitchen table with the warm mug in my hands. I opened my laptop, and the screen lit up with a b
In My Professor's Arms Wet Surrender
I step back into the loft. The cool night air still sticks to my skin. Victor’s face from our moment outside refuses to leave my mind. Most guests have gone. Only a few soft voices remain.The smell of wine and old books hangs everywhere. My red dress clings tighter than before. Every step makes the fabric slide against my thighs. My heart beats so hard I feel it in my throat. José’s unread texts burn in my pocket, but Victor’s low voice keeps pulling me forward.I spot him near the stage. He stacks books with steady hands. His jacket lies over a chair. His sleeves are rolled high, showing strong forearms. My breath stops for a second. I know I just crossed a line I can never uncross.I walk through the last guests. My wine glass is empty. I stop three feet away. My pulse races in my ears.He looks up. The dim light catches the gray in his hair. He smiles, slow and sure.“Lily.”His voice is warm and deep. I nod. My mouth is too dry to speak.“Thought you’d left.”He steps closer. Ced
In My Professor's Arms Temptation at 45 Elm Street
The faint hum of the loft lingers in my ears when I wake. The red dress lies crumpled on the floor beside the bed, a quiet reminder of last night’s tension. José sleeps deeply, one arm hanging over the mattress where I should be. I slip out of bed, the air cool against my skin, and head for the kitchen. The coffee maker gurgles to life, its steady rhythm keeping me grounded as I move through the haze of my thoughts.My body still feels charged, my mind trapped on the moment Victor’s eyes found mine at the reading. That single look, piercing and deliberate, burned itself into me. I pour the coffee and lean on the counter as steam curls upward, my phone lighting up beside me. Notifications flood in from Whispers in the Dark.The post I made after the reading—subtle but full of suggestion about a certain professor’s allure—has exploded. Over a hundred likes, dozens of comments begging for more. My heart races as I scroll through them, excitement and unease fighting inside me.I sit at th
In My Professor's Arms This Moment Changes Everything
The glass walls of the loft linger in my mind as I wake, the city lights of last night's reading fading into the gray morning fog outside my bedroom window. José sleeps beside me, his arm outstretched across the sheets, his own breathing calm and steady, a stark contrast to the restless energy pulsing beneath my skin.I slip out of bed, the cool floor a shock against my bare feet, and head to the kitchen, the coffee maker gurgling to life. The black dress from last night hangs over a chair, its fabric whispering of Victor’s gaze, that electric moment when our eyes locked across the room.My heart beats a step faster just to recall it, and I pour the coffee, the steam curling off my face, trying to bring myself down to earth.I sit at the table, the cup held between my palms, and unplug my phone from the plug, Victor's email staring me in the face from the inbox.Reading out in my head all night—his low voice reading that sensual passage, the words themselves stroking me, the others ar
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