로그인Sienna woke up alone on the leather sofa. For a few disoriented seconds she didn’t know where she was. Then the dull ache between her legs and the dried stickiness on her thighs brought everything back in a rush. The ropes. The toys. The way Professor Crowe had fucked her until she couldn’t speak. A soft throw blanket had been draped over her naked body. Her clothes were folded neatly on the armchair nearby. The lamp was still on, but the rain had stopped. Pale morning light leaked around the edges of the heavy curtains. She sat up slowly. Her body felt used in a way that was both shameful and addictive. When she stood, a trickle of his cum ran down her inner thigh. She pressed her legs together and reached for her clothes with unsteady hands. The study door opened. Julian walked in carrying two mugs of coffee. He was fully dressed again — dark trousers, crisp shirt, the same controlled expression he wore in class. Only his eyes looked different. Hungrier. More possessive. “You
Julian kept fucking her in long, deep strokes. The vibrating egg was still inside her, pressed tightly between his thick cock and her walls. Every thrust dragged it against a spot that made Sienna’s vision blur. Her wrists strained against the rope. The edge of the desk dug into her hips. She didn’t care. All she could do was take what he gave her. “You’re dripping down my balls,” he muttered behind her. His voice was rough, almost strained. “So fucking wet for your professor.” He reached under her and found her clit again, rubbing tight, mean circles while his hips kept slamming forward. The dual sensation made her moan into the wood of the desk. Her breasts swung with every thrust. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the study, louder than the rain outside. Sienna came again without warning. Her whole body seized. A broken cry ripped out of her throat as her pussy clenched hard around him and the toy. Julian cursed and fucked her through it, never slowing, forcin
Sienna’s palms were flat on the desk. Her dress hung open, her bra already on the floor. Cool air touched her bare breasts every time she breathed. Behind her, she heard Julian move. The soft sound of his shoes on the rug. Then his hands settled on her hips. “Stay just like that,” he said. He reached around and unbuttoned her dress the rest of the way. The fabric slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. She was left in only her lace panties. Julian hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down slowly, letting them drop. Sienna stepped out of them without being told. She was completely naked now. The knowledge made her cheeks burn. Julian’s hands returned to her hips, then slid up her sides and around to cup her breasts again from behind. He squeezed them, thumbs brushing the stiff nipples, while his mouth found the side of her neck. “Arch your back,” he murmured. She did. The position pushed her ass toward him and left her breasts heavy in his hands. He made a lo
The silence in the study stretched until Sienna’s ears rang with it. Professor Crowe stood in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. The rain kept hammering the windows, steady and loud. “Put the book down,” he said. She did. The soft thud of it hitting the chair felt final. His gaze dropped to the front of her dress. “Unbutton it.” The words were quiet. Calm. They still knocked the air out of her. “Professor—” “Don’t make me repeat myself, Sienna.” Her fingers found the first button. They were shaking so badly it took two tries to push it through the hole. Then the next. Then the next. Cool air touched her skin as the fabric loosened. She stopped when the dress was open to her waist, the lace of her bra on full display. Julian’s eyes moved over her slowly, openly. A low sound left his throat. “Further.” She hesitated only a second before pushing the dress off her shoulders. It slid down her arms and hung at her elbows. Her breasts,
Thunder rolled across the city as Sienna hurried up the wet stone steps of the old house. Her literature textbook was clutched tight against her chest, the pages already damp from the rain and her nervous hands. She was failing the class. Worse, she felt like she was failing everything else too. At twenty-one, she was trapped in a quiet, empty marriage that left her restless and hungry for something she couldn’t name. Passion was something she only met in the books she was supposed to be analyzing — books she barely understood. Professor Julian Crowe was her last chance. He was thirty-five, sharp-featured, and sat behind a heavy mahogany desk when she stepped into his private study. A single lamp threw half his face into shadow. He looked more like a man who took what he wanted than a dusty academic. “Miss Sienna,” his voice cut through the room, low and smooth. “Your last essay on Prufrock was shit. Complete shit.” She flinched. The bluntness hit harder than any polite criticis
Jamie The morning light filtered through Lena’s bedroom curtains as I woke up sore, sticky, and completely wrecked. Every part of me ached — my pussy was swollen and tender, my asshole throbbed, and my throat felt raw from how deep she’d fucked it. Lena was already awake, watching me with dark, possessive eyes. She was still naked, her body looking even more tempting in the daylight. “Morning, my little secret slut,” she purred, sliding her hand between my thighs. Her fingers found my sore, leaking cunt instantly. “Still wet for me even after everything I did to you last night?” I moaned softly as two fingers slipped easily inside me. “Yes… I can’t help it.” Lena kissed me deeply, her tongue claiming my mouth while she slowly finger-fucked me. Then she pulled back with a wicked smile. “Get on top of me. I want you to ride my face and then my cock one last time before you leave.” I straddled her face eagerly, lowering my abused pussy onto her waiting tongue. Lena ate me like a w







