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In My Professor's Arms Orgasm: Shaken To The Core
I dig my fingers into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, tracing the warm smoothness where her juice drips down, coating my balls. My cock throbs inside her, hard and aching, deep in her sopping cunt, every thrust firing a spasm of raw pleasure into my core.Her lips kiss mine, puffed out from our nibbles, her pussy's taste and blood still on her lips, and I groan, scalding her skin with my breath, my body hanging on the edge of breaking.She shifts, her cunt holding me tighter as she lifts a bit, my cock stuck halfway out, slick with her cum and sweat. Her black, wolfish eyes lock onto mine, echoing the same hunger of that evening so many years ago when we first fucked.Her hand creeps downwards, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her thumb stroking precum across the head as she caresses the damp length with a firm touch."Your dick's so so wet like a pretty babygirl," she teases, but can't change the rawness in her voice, and rubs the head against her clit, teasing herself, jui
In My Professor's Arms How Much I Want To Be Inside You
The neon flash of city lights danced across her boobs, her nipples bright red and puffy from my fingers, her sweat-drenched red hair to her neck.My hands still on her ass, fingers damp from her juices, spreading her cheeks as she humps, her clit on my pelvis, sending shivers up my spine.My dick hurts inside her, far inside her, the hot wet of her cunt throbbing with each beat of my balls. Her lips brush mine, soft after that biting snap, the taste of blood and pussy still on my lips, and I moan, my breathing harsh against her skin.She shifts, her pussy milking me more as she rolls off me slightly, my cock half-out, covered in her cum. Her eyes lock on mine, dark and wild, and she slides her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, stroking the wet length.“You’re so fucking hard,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse, and rubs the head against her clit, teasing herself, her juices smearing over her skin.I grunt, my hips jerking, and she smiles, guiding my dick back to her entranc
In My Professor's Arms My Cock Buried Deep
Megan's pussy clamps down on my dick, her hips grinding slow and deep as she continues riding me in the chair, her red hair clamped to her sweat-slicked body, the city's neon painting her tits in wild blue and gold streaks. And I could say she really enjoys it so much and just can't stop.My fingers explore her butt again, pushing into the pliable flesh, spreading her open as she moves, the harsh and loud moans she's letting out echoing through the penthouse.My cock throbs inside of her, hard and solid, encased in her wet fluids, every thrust pumping a burst of heat into my balls.Her pussy is very hot, tight, pulsating and gripping perfectly around my cock, and I couldn't help but moan, my hips jerking up to slam into her, driving deeper into her slippery hole.She leans in, her tits squashing against my chest, nipples hard and abrading my skin, and kisses me hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, tasting salty and wild.My fingers travel up the center of her back, fingernails sc
In My Professor's Arms My Dick In Her Pussy
My Dick in her pussy feels like heaven, her hips slow and deep as she rides me in the chair, her red hair streaming over her shoulders, lit up by the neon glow from the city beyond the glass walls.My hands clenched her ass, my fingers digging into the yielding flesh, holding her in tow as she moves, her moans resonating through the penthouse with a raw, needy sound.My cock throbs within her, slippery with her juices, every thrust pulsing heat through my veins.Her boobs loose from no bra, nipples hard and pink, and I lean forward, kissing her mouth, tasting the wine and salt of her skin.The open marriage admission lingers between us, like an unspoken agreement, that fuels what we are doing now that's completely about us, about the previous awkwardness we just disposed completely. She steps back, stare fixed on mine, dark and hungry, mirroring the fierceness I remember from that night years ago when we crossed the line. Her fingers roam my chest, nails raking against me, sending sh
In My Professor's Arms Fuck We Can't Always Run From
Megan's pussy envelops my cock, moist and snug, her hips sliding slow and mindful on me in the chair.The reflection of her body glass walls reflecting show how pretty great she's riding. Her tits jiggling loose from her bra, her red hair cascading down her shoulders.I reach for her fine ass, finding the hard muscle, pulling on her as she rides, her moans ringing out, raw and unashamed. My dick throbs inside her, each stroke of her cunt sending shivers down my body and every moment felt like I could cum, even though I held back, making sure it's all the way we want it to be. This moment, this last one.Her very needy brown eyes caught mine, and at this moment I knew she had completely let go of our past, and all she wants is what we're doing, and what's to come next.She pulls in closer, kissing me very hard with her lips puffy and tender, I gave in completely and her tongue curled around mine.I kiss her, relishing her, the salt of her flesh, the light sweetness of her cunt still on
In My Professor's Arms The Exact Way She Wants This Dick
Megan's lips are still on mine, her body's hungry and furious, her tongue fighting with mine as she's lying across my legs.The penthouse gleams brightly with city lights, the glass walls mirroring our figures, her silk blouse gaping open, her breasts hanging out of her bra.My cock throbs as she threw her hand in my short, her fingers stroking me through my boxers, slow and teasing, driving me wild.The air is thick with her perfume which smell beautifully with citrus, the spice her body's giving, and the salt of her very toned inner skin.The taste of her pussy remains on my lips, and all my lips want is it go back there, and suck more. We’re past restraint now, the dinner table forgotten, acting like Aurora Press is really all what we want to talk about. This one is about something that we both are dying for, about a line we never thought we should cross, we once crossed and things became awkward since, and now, we’re crossing in what's supposed to be one last time.She moves back
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