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Booth Quickie to All-Night Breeding
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2025-11-11 20:30:40The hotel door clicks shut behind us. City lights flood through the wide windows and paint the king-sized bed in molten gold. The room feels like a secret cocoon. The air is thick with the scent of what we just did in that booth. Leo’s cedar cologne mixes with the sharp, salty smell of sweat and sex that still clings to my skin. My body hasn’t stopped trembling. His cum leaks slowly from my pussy and soaks into my torn panties. Every step reminds me how close we came to getting caught.
Leo stands by the door. His shirt hangs open halfway down his chest. His breathing is heavy. His eyes burn into me with a hunger that makes my pussy throb all over again. The silence between us crackles. It feels alive. Dangerous.I walk toward the bed. My dress sticks to my thighs. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin. He follows. His footsteps are slow and deliberate. Each one echoes in the quiet room. My pulse races. When he stops behind me, his breath fans across the back
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In My Professor's Arms Booth Quickie to All-Night Breeding
The hotel door clicks shut behind us. City lights flood through the wide windows and paint the king-sized bed in molten gold. The room feels like a secret cocoon. The air is thick with the scent of what we just did in that booth. Leo’s cedar cologne mixes with the sharp, salty smell of sweat and sex that still clings to my skin. My body hasn’t stopped trembling. His cum leaks slowly from my pussy and soaks into my torn panties. Every step reminds me how close we came to getting caught.Leo stands by the door. His shirt hangs open halfway down his chest. His breathing is heavy. His eyes burn into me with a hunger that makes my pussy throb all over again. The silence between us crackles. It feels alive. Dangerous.I walk toward the bed. My dress sticks to my thighs. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin. He follows. His footsteps are slow and deliberate. Each one echoes in the quiet room. My pulse races. When he stops behind me, his breath fans across the back
In My Professor's Arms Risky Booth Quickie
The convention center swallows us whole. Voices bounce off high ceilings. Coffee cups clink. Projectors hum like distant bees. I tug the lapels of my blazer straight and feel the black dress underneath hug every curve. The hem stops high on my thighs. Every step makes the fabric shift and tease. Leo walks beside me in a charcoal suit that looks poured onto him. His tie hangs loose, offering a glimpse of collarbone I want to bite. His fingers brush mine as we weave through the crowd. The contact is light, but it sparks straight between my legs.The morning flies by in a blur of handshakes and demos. Then Leo takes the stage for his keynote. He owns the room. His voice rolls out low and sure, commanding every pair of eyes. I stand near the wings and feel that voice inside my body. My panties grow soaked. I shift my weight and press my thighs together. He catches my stare from the podium. His eyes promise filthy things. My pussy throbs in answer.We drift through pane
In My Professor's Arms Curtains Next Time (Or Never)
The first thing I notice is the light. It slides through the tall glass walls in gold ribbons. It catches the edges of everything. The metal frame of the bed gleams. The silk sheets shimmer. Even the faint dust in the air sparkles. The city hums faintly below. It sounds alive and busy. But in here, everything feels sealed off in quiet warmth.I roll onto my side. Leo is not in bed. His half of the sheets is rumpled and still warm. I stare at the hollow where he slept. The scent of him clings to the pillow. Cedar. Coffee. Something darker. It makes me remember every blurred heartbeat from last night.My body feels loose and heavy. I am the kind of tired that comes only from being completely undone. I stretch lazily. I pull one of his shirts off the chair and slip it on. It hangs to mid-thigh and smells like him. That alone makes me smile.The first sound I hear as I pad across the loft is the espresso machine. Then his voice. He hums something low under his breath. I stop at the co
In My Professor's Arms Window-Fucked by the City Lights
(Emily POV)The city glitters like a slutty jewel box below me. I step into Leo's glass-walled loft. The late-night traffic hums through the transparent walls and teases my nerves with every step. His musky cedar cologne fills the air, mixed with the sharp bite of whiskey. He stands by the massive window and gulps from his glass. His chiseled frame strains against a tight black shirt that hugs his broad shoulders.My stilettos clack on the cold concrete floor. The sound is sharp and deliberate. His eyes lock onto me. They look dark and hungry. He strips me bare with that gaze while I sway in my red dress. The fabric clings to my fat tits. My nipples poke through like hard little sluts begging for his mouth. The thought of the city watching sends a shiver down my spine. My pussy grows soaked. The dampness from my thong sticks to my thighs."Em, you definitely wore that dress to get me hard." He growls the words and abandons his glass with a clink. He stalks toward me. His cock forms
In My Professor's Arms Her potential Sex Diary
(José's POV)The apartment is dead quiet. The only sound comes from the low hum of the fridge. I slump at the kitchen table, staring at nothing. It’s well past midnight.My sketchbook sits open in front of me. A single half-drawn line stares back. I haven’t touched the pencil in hours.The laptop screen throws a faint blue glow across the room. I rub my eyes hard with the heels of my hands. I’m trying to shake off the bone-deep tiredness from another brutal day at the studio.Lily has been slipping away from me for weeks. She comes home late every night. Those late nights keep stacking up between us like a thick wall. A knot of unease twists tighter and tighter in my chest. It won’t let me sleep.I glance toward the bedroom. Her soft, rhythmic breathing drifts through the open door. She sounds so peaceful. Inside my head, everything is chaos.I decide to distract myself with something mindless.Her laptop is still on the counter where she left it earlier. I nudge the trackpad. The scr
In My Professor's Arms Raw vibrating Clit
I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me. The click sounded loud in the quiet. The cool night air still clung to my skin, but my body felt hot and used. Victor’s cum leaked out of me with every step, soaking into my panties. It was a sticky reminder of what we had done.The living room was dim. Only the streetlights outside shone through the blinds. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were red. My hair was messy. My lips looked swollen from Victor’s kisses. My pussy still throbbed—a mix of ache and satisfaction.José’s soft snores came from the bedroom. Guilt hit me hard. I felt sick with it. I dropped my bag by the couch. The thud echoed. I walked to the kitchen. The tile floor was cold under my bare feet. I needed a moment to breathe.I poured a glass of water. The cool liquid went down my throat, but it didn’t help. My core still burned from Victor.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out. The screen showed notifications from my secret blog, “Whi
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