Her potential Sex Diary

(José's POV)The apartment is dead quiet. The only sound comes from the low hum of the fridge. I slump at the kitchen table, staring at nothing. It’s well past midnight.My sketchbook sits open in front of me. A single half-drawn line stares back. I haven’t touched the pencil in hours.The laptop screen throws a faint blue glow across the room. I rub my eyes hard with the heels of my hands. I’m trying to shake off the bone-deep tiredness from another brutal day at the studio.Lily has been slipping away from me for weeks. She comes home late every night. Those late nights keep stacking up between us like a thick wall. A knot of unease twists tighter and tighter in my chest. It won’t let me sleep.I glance toward the bedroom. Her soft, rhythmic breathing drifts through the open door. She sounds so peaceful. Inside my head, everything is chaos.I decide to distract myself with something mindless.Her laptop is still on the counter where she left it earlier. I nudge the trackpad. The scr

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Window-Fucked by the City Lights

(Emily POV)The city glitters like a slutty jewel box below me. I step into Leo's glass-walled loft. The late-night traffic hums through the transparent walls and teases my nerves with every step. His musky cedar cologne fills the air, mixed with the sharp bite of whiskey. He stands by the massive window and gulps from his glass. His chiseled frame strains against a tight black shirt that hugs his broad shoulders.My stilettos clack on the cold concrete floor. The sound is sharp and deliberate. His eyes lock onto me. They look dark and hungry. He strips me bare with that gaze while I sway in my red dress. The fabric clings to my fat tits. My nipples poke through like hard little sluts begging for his mouth. The thought of the city watching sends a shiver down my spine. My pussy grows soaked. The dampness from my thong sticks to my thighs."Em, you definitely wore that dress to get me hard." He growls the words and abandons his glass with a clink. He stalks toward me. His cock forms

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Curtains Next Time (Or Never)

The first thing I notice is the light. It slides through the tall glass walls in gold ribbons. It catches the edges of everything. The metal frame of the bed gleams. The silk sheets shimmer. Even the faint dust in the air sparkles. The city hums faintly below. It sounds alive and busy. But in here, everything feels sealed off in quiet warmth.I roll onto my side. Leo is not in bed. His half of the sheets is rumpled and still warm. I stare at the hollow where he slept. The scent of him clings to the pillow. Cedar. Coffee. Something darker. It makes me remember every blurred heartbeat from last night.My body feels loose and heavy. I am the kind of tired that comes only from being completely undone. I stretch lazily. I pull one of his shirts off the chair and slip it on. It hangs to mid-thigh and smells like him. That alone makes me smile.The first sound I hear as I pad across the loft is the espresso machine. Then his voice. He hums something low under his breath. I stop at the co

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All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 141 - Chapter 143

Her potential Sex Diary

Window-Fucked by the City Lights

Curtains Next Time (Or Never)