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One Step from Trouble
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2025-06-18 04:55:35
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In My Professor's Arms One Step from Trouble
My hand grasped the car door, and I ignited it to life. I merged in, leather seats chilled, engine humming, my bag tossed, water bottle headed, my breath not steady, the quad, 9:00 a.m., José, Sophie, the hike, my spinning world, burning, uneven. I exited, streets quiet, city waking, my tank plush, nipples brushing, each turn aflame, José's warmth, his gaze, my desire growing, Victor's snarl, out of sight, my heart in halves, my truth, shifting.The dashboard was glowing, 8:35 a.m., radio muted, my drumming fingers, my mind racing, José's laugh, his worry, an hour on the phone, comfort, my vibrating body, Victor's lips, his cock, my screams, Friday's office, my guilt rising, something's wrong, my tension, a shadow, my thudding heart. Campus loomed, trees were green, buildings were gray, my heart was racing, the quad, José, his smile, Sophie's laughter, my tension mounting, my leggings rubbing, my hunger burning, my truth, blazing, alive. I drew in, lot vacant, my sneakers silent, bag
In My Professor's Arms Still Wet From Last Night
I woke up to ringing phone, bright screen, Sophie's name popped up, sunlight scattering into the room through blinds, 7:00 a.m., heated body, tangled sheets, jasmine fragrance muted, auburn hair spread, José's words, low, even, It's better with you, and everything yesterday closing through my mind.I swiped, phone against my ear, breath shaking, the apartment quiet, yesterday's blouse crumpled, jeans wrapped around my legs, my body reviving, Sophie's voice, cheerful, excited, my world tilting, alive."Hey, Lily, you awake? You coming to this hike thing at nine, or what?" Sophie inquired, voice cheerful, excited, a spark of interest burning through the morning haze.Her voice jolted me, my eyes opening, my heart racing, José's hike, his eyes, resolute, but Sophie? I sat up, sheets draped in a pool. "Sophie? Yeah, I'm awake. You're going? When?" I grumbled, my voice sleep-laden, shocked, my fingers clutched around the phone, my head on José, his warmth.She giggled, a teasing, light sou
In My Professor's Arms Whispers in the Dark
My phone buzzed, screen illuminating, José's name, my heart jumping, his call piercing the quiet, my breath hung, my fingers trembling, Victor's office,José's heat, his eyes, relaxed, pulling, my heart racing, my honesty, burning, uneven.I dove deeper into the couch, jasmine light, blouse clinging, jeans constricting, body heavy, apartment silent, ring insistent, José, his voice, patiently waiting, heart racing, my fire, my truth, shifting.I swiped, phone to ear, breath uneven, his voice, low, even, poised, world tilting, burning, living."Hey, Lily? It's José. You okay? Wanted to call you about tomorrow," he said to me, the timbre of his voice warm, worried, softening to roughness in concern.His voice wrapped around me, soothing, pulling me out of the mist, my heart rate slowing, the couch giving beneath me. "Hey, José. Yeah, I'm. fine. Tomorrow?" I replied, my voice hesitant, soft, guilt suspended in the air, my hand clenched on the phone.He grinned, low, effortless. "The hike,
In My Professor's Arms Set Me on Fire and Call It Love
I woke up tangled in Victor's sheets, navy soft, cedar smell potent, his arm over my waist, warm, grounding, my body sated, tingling, his breathing even, lips brushing against my shoulder, my heart moving, his fire, my home.Sunlight filtered through blinds, soft and warm. My auburn hair splayed, damp from sweat, his scars soft under my fingers, my skin warm, his warmth, my truth.I shifted, his eyes fluttering, gray, soft, locking on mine, You’re trouble even in sleep, his voice low, teasing, my laugh soft, my lips finding his, kissing slow, tongues lazy, my moan quiet, my body pressing, craving, his hands, his cock deep, my screams, Wednesday’s fire, flashing, my pulse quickening, Victor, my world.We lingered, lips brushing, Stay, he whispered, his hand clenching on my hip, Classes, I whispered, my voice reluctant, my body his, aflame, Meet me later, noon, my office, his promise steady, my nod willing, Deal, my voice husky, my heart racing, his fire, mine.I fell from bed, his shir
In My Professor's Arms My Pussy Dripping Wet
The door to Victor’s apartment clicked shut, locking the world out, his gray eyes blazing, molten, devouring my black dress, tight, no bra, no panties, my body trembling, heat surging, cedar scent thick, wrapping me, dim lights flickering, his bed calling, our fire, my truth.My heels lay abandoned, purse forgotten, my heart hammering, his hand on my waist, warm, possessive, pulling me flush against him, my breath catching, my hands gripping his chest, white shirt soft, his heartbeat fierce, my pulse racing, Victor, his lips, his hands, my world.He growled, low, raw, Lily, his voice igniting me, my body burning, craving, tonight, his bed, our fire, unstoppable.We moved, lips crashing, hungry, tongues tangling, my moan loud, reckless, my fingers clawing his shirt, desperate for his skin, his heat, his fire.We stumbled through the living room, my bare feet cool on hardwood, his hands on my hips, guiding, our kisses sloppy, hot, my body molding to his, his hardness pressing through je
In My Professor's Arms No Panties After 7
I slipped out of Victor’s office, my heart pounding, the door clicking shut behind me, my lips swollen from his hungry kisses, neck tingling where his mouth had sucked, red marks burning beneath my gray sweater, my jeans rubbing my thighs, sparking heat, a deep ache pulsing, his growl, We’re not done, ringing in my ears, the desk creaking, papers sliding, our fire blazing, my truth.The hall was quiet, tiles glinting in fluorescent light, late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, campus calming down, students trickling away, my thoughts whirling, this night, seven, his bed, his car, my addiction, my everything.I ran quickly, sneakers quiet on the floor, red hair loose, wind waves rippling as I passed by the glass doors of the building of humanitites, wind nipping, cold, sweater clinging, nipples rubbing fabric, sensitive, step for step fueling the fire, Victor, his gray eyes, his fingers, my rhythm, my passion.The quad was alive, students on the ground, giggles ringing,
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