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In My Professor's Arms Only The Beginning
Morning light slips through the curtains in soft, lazy waves. It paints the room gold and makes the air feel gentle. I catch the faint smell of coffee mixed with the musty sweetness of old books stacked on the table. My body wakes slowly. Every muscle carries a delicious soreness from last night with Victor. The ache between my thighs pulses like a secret heartbeat. His cock had claimed every inch of me, and the memory alone makes me squeeze my legs together. But the thought fades fast. Today is about something new.I stretch long and slow. The sheets slide over my skin like a lover’s hand. I slide out of bed. The hardwood floor is cool against my bare feet. I grab my silk robe from the chair. The fabric whispers over my nipples and settles around my hips. I tie the belt loose and pad toward the kitchen. Excitement bubbles in my chest. Ivy will be here soon. Our collaboration feels like the start of something unstoppable.Victor is already at the counter. The coffe
In My Professor's Arms Cum-Streaked Thighs
He eases back to shallow thrusts. The head of his cock taps my g-spot with every deliberate nudge. He keeps me teetering on the edge. The buildup is merciless, but he refuses to let me break just yet. He slides out completely. My pussy clenches around nothing and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. He spins me around, lifts me onto the heavy oak table, and sets me down. The wood feels cool against my bare ass. I gasp at the contrast.He spreads my legs wide. He spits onto my slick folds again. The warm saliva lands right on my swollen clit. He drags his cock over it, letting the head bump that sensitive nub until my hips jerk. I beg in a broken whisper. “Please, more.” He gives me a filthy grin and slams back inside. The stretch makes me cry out. My walls flutter around him. The table groans beneath us.I brace my weight on my elbows. My juices have already made the surface slick. He grips my thighs hard enough to bruise and buries himself to the hilt. Every slow th
In My Professor's Arms Spit-Slick Pussy
(Lily’s POV)The car rumbles along the quiet streets. The low hum of the engine vibrates through the leather seats. City lights streak past in a blur of gold and shadow. I sit beside Victor. My body still hums from the day’s triumph. The event’s applause still echoes in my mind. The heat of his presence pulls me back to the present.The air inside carries a hint of his cologne. It is musky and warm. It intertwines with the rich leather smell. My skin prickles when his hand rests on my thigh. His fingers trace lazy circles through my dress. My pussy clenches. The memory of our hotel night flares up. The ache in my core becomes a silent demand. I shift in my seat. The fabric rubs against my sensitive skin. It teases me further.He glances at me. His eyes glint with that familiar hunger in the dark. His lips tug upward in a smirk.“You’re restless, Lily,” he says. His voice is low and rough. It makes me shiver.I nod. My breath hitches.“After today, I need you.”He chuckles. His hand sl
In My Professor's Arms Quiet Corner
The ballroom has settled into a gentler rhythm. The wild energy from earlier has faded. Now the crowd is thinning out. Glasses clink softly. Voices murmur low and easy. The air still carries the sweet trace of wine mixed with fresh flowers. Warm golden lights bathe everything in a hazy glow. The polished wood floors gleam underfoot.I stand near the edge of the room. My fingers curl around a glass of deep red wine. The rim feels cool and smooth against my lips. I take a slow sip. The rich flavor slides down my throat. It steadies the flutter in my chest. My mind drifts back to the stage. Just Lily and me up there. Our voices had blended perfectly. The applause had crashed over us like a wave. Pride swells inside me now. It mixes with a hot spark of excitement. I imagine everything we could create together. The thought makes my skin tingle.I start moving through the remaining guests. The thick carpet cushions every step of my heels. My dress whispers against my thi
In My Professor's Arms Two Queens
The hotel ballroom pulses with raw excitement. Polished wood gleams under golden chandeliers. Faint floral scents drift from the centerpieces and mingle with expensive perfume. Every chair holds a body leaning forward. Glasses clink softly. Heels tap against carpet. Whispers rise and fall like a tide. The stage waits under a single spotlight. The podium stands sleek and black. The microphone gleams silver. A low electric hum vibrates through the stand, as if the room itself is holding its breath.Victor steps into the light first. His dark hair catches the glow. His shoulders fill the tailored suit like he was born to own every inch of this stage. He taps the microphone once. A sharp squeal slices the air, then vanishes. His voice rolls out, deep and velvet-rough.“Welcome to Aurora Press’s launch event.”His gaze sweeps the crowd and lands on Lily. She sits three rows back, spine straight, chin high. Pride burns in her eyes. He lingers on her for one hear
In My Professor's Arms Rivals to Co-Writers
(Ivy’s POV)The double doors swing open. I step into the hotel ballroom. A wall of sound slams into me. Laughter mixes with the sharp clink of crystal glasses. Excited voices rise and fall like waves. The air carries the clean bite of polished wood and the sweet perfume of fresh lilies arranged in tall vases along the walls. Overhead, chandeliers spill golden light across rows of velvet chairs and the glossy stage. My stomach knots tight. I tug at the hem of my dress. The silk clings to my skin where nervous sweat has already started to bloom. I still don’t know why I let Megan talk me into this Aurora Press event. Maybe her endless texts wore me down. Maybe I was curious. Either way, standing here now, I feel like an intruder in a world that isn’t mine.I weave through the crowd. The thick carpet swallows the click of my heels. Bodies press close. Shoulders bump mine. Heat radiates off strangers. I clutch my purse against my hip. My palms are slick. Up ahead, the
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