LOGINI keep my eyes closed and let my cousin kiss me again. The sweet taste of my wet labia is just an aftertaste now, but the kiss makes me even wetter.
Michael pulls away and unbuttons my pajama top, button by button, until my heavy breasts are fully exposed.
"It's even better naked... Cousin, I can't believe you hid all this for so long," he says, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my right breast. I moan. Everything is so new to me, everything feels so good.
He sticks out his tongue and slowly licks my nipple, and my legs tremble with desire. He cups my breasts in his hands and sucks on my nipple, making me moan loudly.
His mouth feels so hot and wet against mine as I arch my back and press my breasts harder against his mouth. He moans and takes my other breast in his hand, playing with it and rubbing it between his dry fingers. After a while, he switches, sucking on the nipple he had pinched earlier, and then pinching the other one.
It feels so good that I can't help but make sounds. My moans sound like the women in the video links Hanna sent me earlier. My hips move of their own accord. I just know I need to feel something on my vagina again.
It felt so good when Michael had his fingers down there. I want that feeling again. "Michael... Michael..." I moan his name, and he lifts his head from my breast and lets my nipple slide out of his mouth with a loud pop.
"Can you... please... can you touch me down there?" I whisper shyly. "Where, kitten?" Michael asks, grinning at me. I shudder at the teasing look in his eyes. "Down here... in my..." I point to my wet opening, and he smiles.
"I'll only do it when you can ask properly," he says, rubbing his nose between my breasts while his hands subtly move to my waist and begin massaging it. "Please... can you touch me... my pussy?" I say, my voice getting softer with each word.
"I didn't quite hear you, kitten, say it louder," he hums, and my lips tremble. I could cry, I long so much for him to touch me. Never in my life have I felt so desperate, so dirty. "Please, Michael, touch my pussy," I say, and he giggles.
“That’s a good girl. You do want your cousin to touch your virgin pussy, don’t you?” he asks, finally touching it and rubbing a specific spot in a circular motion. I moan softly as I feel his finger there.“Please…” I gasp, spreading my legs wider for him. “Damn… just look how you’re spreading for my cock,” Michael says, brushing a strand of red hair from my face. “I need a taste of your juice,” he says, kissing his way down my stomach to my pussy. My eyes widen.
“Michael…” I exclaim in surprise. He spreads my legs and licks my pussy. The sensation of his tongue is overwhelming, and I moan with pleasure. Michael ignores my cries and gives it his all, kissing and sucking on my labia as if they were my own lips.
I moan and writhe, and he only intensifies and speeds up, licking up every drop of juice that runs out of me with such fervor that I wrap my legs around his head.
Michael is so good at this. He moans, and the vibrations course through my entire body, eliciting soft whimpers and sighs. I feel like I'm in heaven. The sensation between my legs is so intense.
"Michael, please..." I cry out, and he falls silent abruptly with a mischievous smile and my sticky lips. "As you wish," he says, licking his lips. "No... no... please don't stop... I..." I stammer, sitting up.
"I don't want you to stop," I say, and he grins at me. “Do you want to go further… let me show you the stars from here,” he says, and I nod eagerly. “Do you want this, Kitty? Do you want your cousin to be the first inside you?” he asks, and I nod again.
“Good girl, now open your legs for me, I’m going to be gentle,” he says softly as he pulls down his pants and positions himself between my legs.
“Wait…” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. The size of his penis scares me; it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a real one. Curiously, I touch it, and Michael moans. “Does it hurt?” I ask, moving my hand up and down.
“No, baby, but it’ll feel even better when he’s inside you.”
“I’m ready,” Michael says, and I smile at him. “I’m ready,” I say, and he slowly pushes it in, inch by inch. I squeeze my eyes shut as the huge shaft penetrates me.
It hurts so much, but at the same time, it feels so good. Michael doesn’t say anything more, but I can feel his penis throbbing inside me as I wrap my arms around him.
I gasp and moan as he begins to move slowly and deeply inside me. “Ah… aha…” I moan, and he penetrates me even deeper. My eyes roll back at the force of his hips hitting mine.
He increases the pace, and I place my hands on his shoulders for support as the hot sensation in my lower abdomen intensifies and overwhelms me. As I come for the second time, I feel warmth spreading through my belly, and Michael presses his face against my shoulder.
“Damn, kitten, coming inside you feels so good,” he gasps, and I moan in response, still intoxicated by having surrendered to my cousin.
“All summer long, your pretty little pussy is mine, got it?” he asks, and I nod. We press our lips together in a scorching hot kiss.
ElenaA few days after that night on his desk, I tried my hardest to stay away from Professor Dante. I sat at the back of the lecture hall during class. I avoided his eyes. I told myself it was over, that I would be professional from now on. But my body remembered everything. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him inside me.After class that afternoon, I tried to slip out quickly with the other students. But as I walked down the quiet hallway toward the exit, I felt him behind me.“Miss Elena,” his deep voice called. “A word, please.”I stopped, my heart racing. “Professor… I have another class. I should go.”He caught up to me, his hand brushing my lower back as we walked. The touch was light, but it sent electricity through my body. “You’ve been avoiding me. That’s not like you.”We turned a corner into the smaller hallway that led to his office. No one was around. He suddenly guided me through his office door and locked it behind us.“Professor, please,” I whispered. “We can’t kee
ElenaA few days later, I found myself standing outside Professor Dante’s office again, even though I had promised myself I would stay away. I told myself it was only for extra help on my essay. Nothing more. My hands shook as I knocked on the door.“Come in, Elena.”The office was dimly lit once again. Only the desk lamp glowed softly. Professor Dante sat behind his desk in a black button-up shirt, looking powerful and calm. The moment I stepped inside, his eyes locked on me with that same dark intensity.“Close the door,” he said quietly. “Lock it.”I obeyed, my heart pounding. “I brought the revised essay, Professor. I tried to fix the parts you mentioned.”He stood up slowly and walked around the desk. “Good. But we both know why you’re really here tonight.”I backed up until I hit the edge of his desk. “I… I just need help with my grade. That’s all.”He stepped closer, towering over me. His hand came up and gently tilted my chin so I had to look into his eyes. “You’ve been avoidi
ElenaThe rain was already pouring when I arrived at Professor Dante’s office the next evening. The hallway was dark and empty. Only a few lights remained on in the entire building. I knocked softly on his door, my heart beating fast.“Come in, Elena.”I stepped inside. The office was dimly lit by a desk lamp and the soft glow from his computer screen. Professor Dante sat behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. He looked even more commanding in the low light.“Close the door,” he said, his deep voice smooth. “And lock it. We don’t want any interruptions.”I locked the door with trembling fingers and sat down across from him. “I rewrote the essay like you asked, Professor. I tried to focus more on illusion versus reality.”“Good girl,” he murmured. Those two words sent warmth through my body. He took my new essay and started reading it line by line. “Let’s go through this together.”For the next twenty minutes we discussed every paragraph. His voice was deep and pati
Elena I stood outside Professor Dante’s office door, clutching my essay with sweaty hands. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. I had never gotten a low grade before, especially not in Literature. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly.“Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Professor Dante sat behind his large wooden desk, looking as intense as always. He was thirty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark eyes that always seemed to see everything. His white dress shirt stretched nicely across his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to show strong forearms.“Miss Elena,” he said, his deep voice smooth and commanding. “You’re here about your essay, I assume. Sit down.”I sat in the chair across from him, my legs feeling weak. “Yes, Professor. I got a C-minus. I don’t understand why. I worked really hard on it.”He leaned back in his chair and picked up my paper, flipping through the pages. “You did work hard. That’s clear. Bu
LIORAThe next morning Camara insisted on escorting Cassian to the airport. She thought he was flying out right after the big game weekend. I went along with them to say goodbye. My heart was beating fast the whole drive. Cassian kept catching my eye in the mirror and giving me small smiles.At the airport Camara hugged him tight. "Safe flight, big brother. Text me when you land."I hugged him too, trying to act normal. "Bye, Cassian. It was fun having you here," I said.As soon as Camara and I drove away, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him. "Hotel room booked. Come to me, baby. I need more time with you." He sent the address right after.I smiled and quickly thought of an excuse. "Camara, I just remembered I promised to help my classmate with notes for a big project. She is waiting at the coffee shop near campus. Can you drop me there?"Camara shrugged. "Sure, no problem. Have fun with your project."She dropped me off, and I waited until her car disappeared. Then I took a quick
LIORAThat night, I l got back to the apartment laye. Camara had fallen asleep early in her room down the hall. Her door was closed and the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. My body still remembered every second from the library earlier. I felt sore in the best way but I wanted Cassian again so badly. The tension between us had only grown stronger.We sat on the couch in the living room pretending to watch something on TV with the volume low. Cassian kept glancing at me. His hand rested on my thigh under the blanket." Are you thinking about earlier too?" he whispered." Yes," I whispered back. " I can't stop. The way you fucked me on that table... I keep feeling it."He smiled and leaned closer. " Good. Because I want you again right now Liora. But we have to be really quiet. Camara is right there."I nodded and bit my lip. My pussy was already getting wet just from his words. We turned off the TV and moved closer together on the couch. He kissed me softly at
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The elevator doors slide open on the 47th floor and the entire executive suite is already alive with Christmas music, champagne flutes, and the low hum of power.Elara steps out wearing the dress Victor chose: deep emerald velvet, floor-length but slit to mid-thigh on both sides, back completely op
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