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2025-12-19 08:16:48The morning light sneaks through the curtains in gentle waves. It spills across the bed and tugs me out of a restless sleep. My body still feels tender from last night’s marathon with Victor in the hotel. The sheets stick to my skin. They are damp with sweat and carry the faint musk of sex. I stretch slowly.
A sharp ache pulses between my legs and in my ass. It serves as a raw reminder that his cock claimed every inch of me. I roll over. The mattress creaks under my weight. Victor has already risen. His silhouette moves in the kitchen. The distant clatter of pots echoes softly. My heart races with anticipation. The Aurora Press event looms large in my mind. I slide out of bed. The cool floor shocks my bare feet. I grab a robe from the chair. The fabric feels soft yet rough against my sensitive skin.I shuffle toward the kitchen. The rich aroma of brewing coffee fills the air. It smells bold and inviting. I pour myself a mug. The ceramic burns my palms as I grip it
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In My Professor's Arms Serenity
The morning light sneaks through the curtains in gentle waves. It spills across the bed and tugs me out of a restless sleep. My body still feels tender from last night’s marathon with Victor in the hotel. The sheets stick to my skin. They are damp with sweat and carry the faint musk of sex. I stretch slowly.A sharp ache pulses between my legs and in my ass. It serves as a raw reminder that his cock claimed every inch of me. I roll over. The mattress creaks under my weight. Victor has already risen. His silhouette moves in the kitchen. The distant clatter of pots echoes softly. My heart races with anticipation. The Aurora Press event looms large in my mind. I slide out of bed. The cool floor shocks my bare feet. I grab a robe from the chair. The fabric feels soft yet rough against my sensitive skin.I shuffle toward the kitchen. The rich aroma of brewing coffee fills the air. It smells bold and inviting. I pour myself a mug. The ceramic burns my palms as I grip it
In My Professor's Arms Smooth Ride
The car rolls to a smooth stop in our driveway. The engine’s low purr fades into the hush of early morning. Outside, the air carries the crisp bite of dew mixed with faint city exhaust. My body still thrums from the hotel. A deep, raw ache pulses between my legs. Victor’s thick cock had pounded me senseless in both holes. His cum remains a sticky, warm reminder slicking my inner thighs.The leather seats creak softly as I shift. My skin feels hypersensitive against the fabric.I glance over at him. His dark hair is deliciously mussed. His strong hands grip the steering wheel. A satisfied smirk curves his full lips. The filthy symphony of the hotel suite replays in my head. Moans. Slaps. Grunts. A hot flush creeps up my neck. Exhaustion tugs at me hard. I crave the normalcy of home with him.We step inside our place. The familiar scent wraps around me like a soft blanket. Wood polish blends with the lingering hint of his cologne. My legs wobble as I kick off my shoes
In My Professor's Arms Own Every Hole
The hotel suite throbbed with the heat of our tangled bodies. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat, lube, and raw sex. Victor held my legs high over his shoulders. His cock stayed buried deep inside my pussy. Each slow, deliberate thrust tapped directly against my g-spot. Outside, the panoramic city lights blurred into a distant haze. They vanished beneath the intensity of his stare. His dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His chest glistened under the dim glow. He loomed above me, powerful and unrelenting. My skin burned with every ragged breath I took. His fingers stretched my ass wide. My cunt clenched hard around his thick shaft. The pleasure felt torturous. It kept me teetering on the edge of release. His last words echoed in my head. “You’re my filthy whore.” My own desperate moan answered him. “Yes, own me.” That raw confession bound us even tighter. He pulled back just enough. His cock slid out until only the swollen head
In My Professor's Arms Stretch my Pussy
Victor keeps my leg lifted high over his shoulder. His cock stays buried deep inside my pussy. The swollen head taps my g-spot with every shallow thrust. Outside, the panoramic view blurs into a distant haze. The city lights fade into nothing compared to the raw hunger in his eyes. His dark hair clings to his forehead with sweat. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths as he towers over me. My skin tingles with every exhale he releases. My ass still buzzes from the press of his fingers earlier. My cunt grips his thick shaft in greedy pulses. The stretch feels like exquisite torture. It keeps me balanced right on the brink of release. His earlier whisper echoes in my mind. He promised we are not done yet. The words send fresh shivers racing down my spine.He eases back slowly. His cock slides out until only the head remains inside. The slick tip grazes my clit. The wet contact makes my hips jerk upward without warning. I moan with a voice already hoarse from scr
In My Professor's Arms In Every Hole
The hotel suite still rings with the echo of my last scream. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. The velvet couch clings to my damp skin. Victor keeps me pinned beneath him. My legs tremble over his shoulders. His thick cock stays buried deep inside my pussy. Out the panoramic window, the city lights blur into nothing. Only the raw heat of his gaze matters. His dark hair drips with sweat. His chest heaves as he looms above me. My wrists ache from the strain of being freed from the tie. My ass still tingles from his finger. My cunt pulses around his shaft. The stretch is a delicious torment that keeps me right on the edge. His breath rasps hot against my neck. His lips brush the sensitive skin there. I feel the full weight of his desire. The promise of more hangs thick between us. He pulls back just enough for his cock to slide out. The swollen head teases my entrance. The wet tip taps against my swollen lips. I squirm beneath him. A whi
In My Professor's Arms Fuck My Cunt
The heavy door of the hotel suite clicks shut behind us. The sound bounces off the thick carpet and dies in the hush. Fresh linens and the faint, unmistakable scent of my own slick arousal hang in the air. My pulse thuds between my legs. I stand rooted, wrists still bound by the silk tie, the fabric biting just enough to remind me I’m his to use. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters like scattered diamonds. I barely notice. All I see is Victor. His dark hair is tousled from my fingers. His boxers strain against the thick ridge of his cock. His eyes burn into me, raw and starving. My pussy clenches hard enough to make me sway. My ass still tingles from his thumb. My thighs are slick. I want him to wreck me again.He closes the distance. Warm breath skates across the nape of my neck. Goosebumps race down my spine. His palms glide up my sides, rough and deliberate. He cups my tits, thumbs brushing my nipples until they stiffen into aching points.
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