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Temptation at 45 Elm Street
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In My Professor's Arms Need for Poetry
The grand hall throbs with raw energy. Polished wood gleams under the chandeliers. Fresh lilies spill their sweet perfume into the air. Every breath carries the sharp bite of excitement. Through the open doors, the crowd’s roar softens into a low, constant hum. Voices blend with laughter. Glasses clink. Chairs scrape as people settle. The stage waits ahead of us, sleek and golden. The microphone stands at its center, gleaming like a promise. Overhead lights buzz faintly, throwing shifting shadows across the floor. I stand backstage with Ivy. My heart slams against my ribs. The weight of this moment presses into my chest like a second heartbeat.I smooth my dress. The silk slides cool and sleek against my thighs. My fingers shake as I tug the hem straight. Victor’s touch from last night still lingers under my skin. A phantom heat that steadies me. Ivy paces beside me. Her dark hair catches every shard of light. Her breathing comes fast and shallow. I force a smile. It wobble
In My Professor's Arms His Dickprint in My Mind
Morning light poured through the window. It created a cascade of gold that bathed the entire room in warmth. The air still carried the faint, lingering scent of last night’s coffee. It also held the crisp freshness of a brand-new day. I woke with a sudden jolt. My heart thumped hard against my ribs. The anticipation of the joint project launch with Ivy surged through me like a live electrical current. My body still hummed from Victor’s touch the night before. The faint ache deep in my pussy served as a sweet echo of his thick cock owning every inch of me. He had stretched me to my absolute limits. My mind raced ahead to the stage. I thought about the words Ivy and I had woven together into a tapestry of raw emotion and bold innovation.I slid out of bed. My bare feet padded across the cool, smooth wooden floor. I grabbed a robe from the chair. The soft cotton grazed my sensitive skin as I wrapped it around my naked body. I tied the sash loosely. Then I strode purposefully toward the k
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
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