LOGINHe didn't slow down. He kept thrusting hard and fast, hitting a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. "I won't stop fucking you until you scream my name at the top of your voice," he promised, his voice dripping with lust. I couldn't take it anymore. I was at the edge of releasing myself, the pressure becoming unbearable. Then, I finally let it go. "Ohhhhh!" My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my back arching off the floor, my fingers digging into his back. My body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over me. "Professor! I've cum! Is enough! Let me go!" I pleaded, my voice cracking as the intensity faded slightly, leaving me panting and breathless. "Not so soon, Lana," he said, his voice was so rough with so much need. "I still have to cum too. And I'm not tired of your sweetness yet." I cried out as he continued to fuck me, his pace relentless. "Professor! Mom has been more than an hou
He started to rub my swollen clit furiously with his palm while I was still climaxing, making the waves of pleasure crash over me even harder. I arched my back so high that my head touched the floor while my body was trembling violently. He quickly brought his mouth back to my pussy, and he began to suck the remaining fluid out of me, drinking my release like a thirsty man. He continued to suck and lick, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body. When he finally raised his head, his face was glistening with my juices, but he wasn't done. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry, as he licked his lips. Tell me you love it. He said. "I love it, Professor," I breathed, trying to catch my breath. "This was my first time, but it turned out to be so incredibly amazing." He smiled, a satisfied and proud smile. "Just wait until you feel my cock inside your tight little pussy," he said, his voice deep and seductive. "That is when you are going to admit that you had a
He pushed me back down to my knees laying me completely on the floor, and then slowly began to pull my skirt up, exposing my wet, swollen pussy to the air. He quickly pulled my panties down to my ankles and stepped aside, leaving me completely bare in front of him. "Wow," he said, looking down at my exposed pussy his eyes filled with awe and hunger. "Just look at that shiny pussy of yours. It's so swollen and red, begging to be properly licked until it explodes and makes you shake. "Are you ready to cum and feel what it feels like to cum?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. I nodded frantically, my body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, I want to cum," I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand. "I can't take it anymore. But please, let's be fast before Mom comes back," I said in a shaky voice, my heart pounding in my chest. He smiled, a wicked smile, and leaned down, as he slowly placing his hands on my thighs, spreading them even wider. He didn't start licking or s
Standing before me now, Professor James let go of my hand and looked down at me with a hunger that made my knees weak. "On your knees," he commanded softly, his voice dropping an octave. I didn't hesitate. I pushed my seat and sank down to the floor immediately, my hands resting on my thighs, my posture submissive and ready. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life. He was my professor, my soon-to-be stepfather, and I was on my knees for him, ready to serve him in any way he desired. He reached down and unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already standing at attention. It was magnificent, a thick, angry-red rod that throbbed with need. I stared at it, my mouth watering, my breath hitching in my throat. I had never seen a cock this close before, and it was even more impressive than I had imagined in his office. It was massive, veiny, and leaking a clear drop of precum from the tip ho
The atmosphere in the living room shifted as my mother went to the small table in the corner where the wine was stored. She pulled out a beautiful crystal decanter and poured the ruby-red liquid into three elegant glasses. The clinking of the crystal was sharp against the quiet room, a sound that seemed to echo loudly in my ears. I reached out and took my glass, not because I wanted to taste the wine, but simply because I felt I had to. I gripped the stem tightly, my knuckles turning white, and brought it to my lips. I didn't even bother to smell it; I just tipped the glass back and gulped down a large sip. The wine burned my throat, harsh and bitter, but it didn't matter. The liquid was a distraction, something to occupy my hands and my mouth so I wouldn't have to think about what Professor James was doing under the table. My mother sat back down, her expression eager and bright as she picked up her own glass. "It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper family gathering," she sai
The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, a hot, electric fire that made my skin tingle, as I turned away from the open doorway and walked back toward the stairs. My legs felt heavy, like they were made of lead, but I forced myself to move, my mind racing a mile a minute. I took the steps slowly, counting them in my head to keep my breathing steady. I couldn't walk down there looking like this. I couldn't walk down there with my hair mussed and my lips swollen from Professor James’s mouth. My thighs were sticky with his saliva and my own juices, and my panties were now sitting uselessly still soaking wet, clinging to me like a second skin that I wanted to peel off right now. As I reached the landing, the house seemed incredibly quiet. The silence was heavy, pressing down on me, making me hyper-aware of the damp spot spreading between my legs. I smoothed down my skirt, trying to look presentable, trying to convince myself that my mother wouldn't be able to smell my arous







