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THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR III

Author: Dezire
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 22:05:20

The late-night session crackled with dangerous energy the moment Rhiannon entered Zephyr’s home office. His wife was due back early the next morning, but the looming risk only made their hunger sharper. Rain lashed the windows as they abandoned any pretense of studying poetry. The books lay forgotten on the floor.

Zephyr had Rhiannon pressed against the tall bookshelf, her dress shoved up around her waist, legs locked around his hips. His thick cock drove deep into her soaked pussy with powerful strokes, the wooden shelves rattling behind her with every thrust.

“Elias… fuck me harder,” Rhiannon moaned, her nails raking down his back. “I need all of you tonight.”

Zephyr growled, gripping her ass tighter as he pounded into her. “This is what all those poems were leading to — my innocent student dripping down her married professor’s cock.” His stormy eyes burned into hers while sweat glistened on his sharp cheekbones. He fucked her with deep, claiming strokes, his balls slapping wetly against her skin.

He carried her to the heavy oak desk, laid her on her back, and spread her thighs wide. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face in her pussy, devouring her with raw hunger. His tongue plunged inside her, lapping at their mixed juices before sucking hard on her swollen clit. Rhiannon cried out, hips bucking against his mouth as he pushed her closer to the edge.

“Oh god… Elias!” she gasped, fingers tangled in his silver-threaded hair. He slid two thick fingers into her tight heat, curling them against her G-spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly. Rhiannon shattered, thighs trembling violently around his head as she squirted across his tongue.

Zephyr rose, cock slick and throbbing, and slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust. He fucked her with primal intensity, long powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her moans echo through the quiet house. One hand wrapped lightly around her throat while the other rubbed her clit in firm circles.

“You’re going to feel me for days,” he snarled. “Sitting in class knowing your professor filled this tight cunt while his wife was away.”

“Yes… don’t stop!” Rhiannon begged, pushing back against him desperately. The weeks of intellectual tension — every poem dissected, every lingering touch — had built to this explosive release. Intellectual stimulation had become pure carnal fire.

He flipped her over, bending her across the desk and taking her from behind. His hand fisted in her hair as he railed her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. Rhiannon’s pussy clenched greedily around him, juices running down her thighs onto the polished wood.

Zephyr reached around, rubbing her clit furiously. “Cum for your tutor again. Let me feel this pussy milk my cock.”

Rhiannon came violently, her walls pulsing and spasming around his thickness. The orgasm tore through her, leaving her moaning loudly and trembling. Zephyr groaned deep in his chest, thrusting harder, chasing his own release as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Just as Rhiannon threw her head back in another shattering climax and Zephyr buried his face between her breasts, pounding deep into her pulsing pussy...

The office door swung open.

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