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2025-11-22 07:52:44Morning sunlight pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. It splashes golden light across the scattered moving boxes and the glowing laptop on my desk. The air carries a faint buzz from the city waking up below. I catch a whiff of fresh bread drifting up from the bakery downstairs. My stomach growls in response. I sit curled up in Victor’s oversized shirt. The fabric feels soft and warm against my skin. His woody scent clings to every thread. It pulls me straight back to our wild night at Aurora Press. I sip my coffee. The bitter heat slides down my throat. I hit refresh on my blog, “Whispers in the Dark.”
The numbers explode before my eyes. Five thousand views. Then ten thousand. Likes and comments flood in like a tidal wave. They all spark from the steamy post I dropped about Victor last night. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my fingertips. I lean back against the couch. It creaks under my weight. I scroll through the feedback. One comment reads, “S
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In My Professor's Arms Competition Thrill
Morning sunlight pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. It splashes golden light across the scattered moving boxes and the glowing laptop on my desk. The air carries a faint buzz from the city waking up below. I catch a whiff of fresh bread drifting up from the bakery downstairs. My stomach growls in response. I sit curled up in Victor’s oversized shirt. The fabric feels soft and warm against my skin. His woody scent clings to every thread. It pulls me straight back to our wild night at Aurora Press. I sip my coffee. The bitter heat slides down my throat. I hit refresh on my blog, “Whispers in the Dark.” The numbers explode before my eyes. Five thousand views. Then ten thousand. Likes and comments flood in like a tidal wave. They all spark from the steamy post I dropped about Victor last night. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my fingertips. I lean back against the couch. It creaks under my weight. I scroll through the feedback. One comment reads, “S
In My Professor's Arms Sugar Kisses
Morning sun pours through the wide windows of the Aurora Press office. I wake early, perched on the edge of the desk where we wrecked each other last night. The wood feels cool against my bare thighs. Golden light spills everywhere, turning the scattered papers into tiny rafts of gold.The air still carries the thick, heady musk of our sex. It mixes with the sharp scent of fresh coffee brewing in the corner machine. I reach for Victor’s discarded shirt and pull it over my naked body. The cotton is soft, still warm from his skin, and it smells like his woody cologne. I inhale deeply and feel my pulse kick between my legs.My fingers fly across the laptop keys. The clack is steady, almost musical. I pour every filthy, perfect moment of last night into a new post for “Whispers in the Dark.” The words come out raw and dripping with heat. I write about the way he stretched me open, the way he growled my name, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars. Every line is a
In My Professor's Arms Multiple Orgasms
The private office at Aurora Press pulses with the raw heat of our bodies locked together. City lights seep through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a golden shimmer across the desk and dance over my sweat-slicked skin. I lie on my back with my legs spread wide. My pussy drips with desperate need. Victor’s thick cock hovers at my entrance. Its swollen head glistens from the slick juices we have already created with our relentless rhythm. Romance burns fierce in his dark eyes. It appears like a beautiful flame. His love shows in every single touch. He pauses with his chest heaving against mine. His hot breath fans across my neck. My heart races wildly. My tits bounce with each shallow breath I take. My nipples feel raw and aching from everything we have done so far. He smiles at me. The expression holds a tender edge beneath his obvious hunger. Then he thrusts deep inside me. His cock slides in all the way. The veins pulse against my inner walls. The he
In My Professor's Arms One Cock Deeper
The private office at Aurora Press hums with the raw heat radiating from our bodies. City lights flicker through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a golden sheen across the wide desk where I lie sprawled on my stomach. My breasts press flat into the cool wood. My nipples feel raw from all the friction against the surface. Victor stands behind me. His thick cock pulses right at my entrance. The swollen head teases my slick folds. His strong hands grip my hips tightly. He leaves red marks that throb with every single breath I take.The romance between us burns hotter than anything else in the room. It feels like a beautiful fire in the way he touches me. His love weaves straight into the raw desire. He pauses for a moment. His broad chest presses warm against my back. His hot breath fans across the back of my neck. My pussy clenches hard. It aches desperately for him. The edge of an orgasm already hovers so close. Then he thrusts forward. He slides in deep. The stretch creates
In My Professor's Arms Flip and Fill Me
The private office at Aurora Press hums with a charged silence. City lights spill through the half-drawn blinds and paint everything in molten gold. I sit on the edge of the desk with my legs spread wide. My pussy glistens with raw need.Victor’s forehead rests against mine.Our breaths crash together in hot, ragged bursts. The thick head of his cock presses right at my entrance. It teases my slick folds with slow, deliberate circles. Romance burns bright in his dark eyes. I feel the love and the lust in equal measure. His hands grip my hips. The strength in his fingers promises he will ruin me in the sweetest way. My heart hammers against my ribs. My tits heave with every breath. My nipples stand hard and aching. He smiles with a tender edge to his hunger. Then he pushes forward. The first inch of his cock slides into me.The stretch burns in the sweetest way. My pussy walls clench around him. The tight heat welcomes his thickness. He inches in slowly and
In My Professor's Arms Tongue First, Cock Next
The private office at Aurora Press feels alive with quiet intensity. City lights filter through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a soft, golden shimmer across the room. The air grows thick with the woody scent of Victor’s cologne. It mingles with the faint musk of my own arousal. My black dress clings to my skin. The fabric pulls taut against my curves as I stand close to him. His hand rests on my waist. The warmth seeps through the material. His fingers feel firm yet gentle. They carry a promise from this charged moment. My heart pounds hard inside my chest. Memories of our hotel night flood back without warning. I remember his cock stretching me wide. I remember his lips claiming every inch of me. Now the romance ignites even hotter. A beautiful heat builds between us and refuses to cool.He steps closer. His chest grazes mine. The fabric of his shirt feels rough against my nipples. They harden instantly under my dress. His eyes lock with mine. They look dark and hungry b
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