In My Professor's Arms のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The penthouse shudders with the distant pulse of the city, its neon light bleeding into the glass walls, illuminating Megan's face in golden, shimmering light.We're standing too close, the space electric with her citrus-spice aroma and the wine we barely touched at dinner. Her dark-with-desire eyes connect with mine, her lips separated, her breath coming hard.My hand lies on her waist, the softness of her shirt heated against my fingers, and my dick throbs, hard against my pants. Tension from dinner—talk of Aurora Press, our past, that one night we got drunk and fucked years ago—has reached this, this moment where control is a lie. She wants me, and I want her, and the line we swore not to cross is already dust.I lean closer, my breast to hers, and she doesn't budge. Her breasts rise with each breath, the fabric molding her form, and my hands ache to touch her."Megan," I whisper, my voice ragged, a warning and a prayer. She lurches towards me, her forehead scraping against mine, a

Megan's pussy envelops my cock, moist and snug, her hips sliding slow and mindful on me in the chair.The reflection of her body glass walls reflecting show how pretty great she's riding. Her tits jiggling loose from her bra, her red hair cascading down her shoulders.I reach for her fine ass, finding the hard muscle, pulling on her as she rides, her moans ringing out, raw and unashamed. My dick throbs inside her, each stroke of her cunt sending shivers down my body and every moment felt like I could cum, even though I held back, making sure it's all the way we want it to be. This moment, this last one.Her very needy brown eyes caught mine, and at this moment I knew she had completely let go of our past, and all she wants is what we're doing, and what's to come next.She pulls in closer, kissing me very hard with her lips puffy and tender, I gave in completely and her tongue curled around mine.I kiss her, relishing her, the salt of her flesh, the light sweetness of her cunt still on

Megan's pussy clamps down on my dick, her hips grinding slow and deep as she continues riding me in the chair, her red hair clamped to her sweat-slicked body, the city's neon painting her tits in wild blue and gold streaks. And I could say she really enjoys it so much and just can't stop.My fingers explore her butt again, pushing into the pliable flesh, spreading her open as she moves, the harsh and loud moans she's letting out echoing through the penthouse.My cock throbs inside of her, hard and solid, encased in her wet fluids, every thrust pumping a burst of heat into my balls.Her pussy is very hot, tight, pulsating and gripping perfectly around my cock, and I couldn't help but moan, my hips jerking up to slam into her, driving deeper into her slippery hole.She leans in, her tits squashing against my chest, nipples hard and abrading my skin, and kisses me hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, tasting salty and wild.My fingers travel up the center of her back, fingernails sc

I dig my fingers into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, tracing the warm smoothness where her juice drips down, coating my balls. My cock throbs inside her, hard and aching, deep in her sopping cunt, every thrust firing a spasm of raw pleasure into my core.Her lips kiss mine, puffed out from our nibbles, her pussy's taste and blood still on her lips, and I groan, scalding her skin with my breath, my body hanging on the edge of breaking.She shifts, her cunt holding me tighter as she lifts a bit, my cock stuck halfway out, slick with her cum and sweat. Her black, wolfish eyes lock onto mine, echoing the same hunger of that evening so many years ago when we first fucked.Her hand creeps downwards, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her thumb stroking precum across the head as she caresses the damp length with a firm touch."Your dick's so so wet like a pretty babygirl," she teases, but can't change the rawness in her voice, and rubs the head against her clit, teasing herself, jui

(Lily’s POV)The morning sun filters through the kitchen blinds, casting golden stripes across the counter where I pour my coffee, the rich aroma filling the small apartment. José hums softly in the shower, the water’s steady patter a comforting rhythm, and I lean against the sink, stirring sugar into my mug.Life feels steady, almost too steady. My laptop sits on the table, the screen dark, hiding the secret world I’ve built online, a space where I let my mind wander to places I’d never admit to José.He steps out, towel slung low, his dark hair damp, and flashes a sleepy grin.“Morning, love,” he says, kissing my cheek, and I smile back, the routine wrapping around me like a warm blanket.I settle at the table with my coffee, the mug warm against my palms, and open my laptop, the familiar glow lighting my face. My blog, “Whispers in the Dark,” loads, the latest post—a tame fantasy about a stranger’s touch—already pulling a handful of likes.I scroll through comments, my fingers hove