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Auteur: Elizabeth
last update Date de publication: 2026-11-08 00:14:02

The last student filed out of the lecture hall at 4:48 p.m.

I stayed in my seat, notebook still open, pulse already hammering between my legs. Professor Grant erased the board with slow, deliberate strokes, not looking at me until the heavy door clicked shut and the hallway noise faded. Only then did he turn.

“Lock it.”

I stood on unsteady legs, walked to the door, and turned the lock. The sound was soft and final. When I faced him again he was already sitting behind the front desk, a stack of
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    I reached. Shaky. Phone in one hand. His cock stayed buried deep. Face against the glass. Ass up. His hand on the back of my neck. Holding me there. The street was right outside. People walking. I typed one-handed.**Me: Set. All good. Leaving soon.**Sent. He didn’t stop. Just thrust. Hard. Silent. The case rattled. Soft. His eyes on me in the reflection. Dark. Waiting.“You told them it’s set,” he said. Quiet. Rough. “While I’m this deep inside you.”“You told me to.”“And you did.” He started fucking me. Harder. The glass fogged. “Good girl.”He thrust steady. Deep. His cum from the table leaked out around him. Down my thighs. Onto the floor. Onto the case. I could hear it. Feel it. He was thick. Every stroke dragged. The barista. Inside me. Bent over the pastry case. Windows right there. Street still busy. He knew it. Fucked me steady. His mouth on my shoulder. Biting. Soft. His fingers on my clit. Rubbing. Messy.“They’re walking by,” he said. Low. “And you’re dripping on the gla

  • Irresistible Cravings   part 2

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    The phone kept ringing.His cock stayed buried deep. His hand stayed over my mouth. I was against the tile. Hands flat. Water running down my back. His hips flush against me. Steam everywhere. The phone sat on the counter. Just outside the glass. His assistant. Checking on the house. On me. He didn’t move. Just throbbed. Once. Hard. Then he rolled his hips. Slow. Deep. I made a tiny sound into his palm. He pressed harder.The ringing stopped. Voicemail. He waited. Then took his hand off my mouth. Didn’t pull out.“You stayed quiet,” he said against my ear. “Even when it was ringing.”“You told me to.”“And you listened.” He pulled back halfway and slid in again. Deep. Water splashed. Soft. “Good girl.”He started fucking me. Harder now. The tile was cold under my hands. His hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto every stroke. The wet sound was low under the water. He was thick. I could feel every inch. The owner. Inside me. In his shower. Two weeks early. He knew it. Fucked me steady.

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