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Professor Between My Thighs 2

The belt landed again, harder, a white-hot stripe across both cheeks that tore a raw scream from my throat. My knees buckled. Only his hand fisted in my hair kept me upright, bent over the desk with my tits crushed against scattered papers.“Count,” he growled.“O-one,” I sobbed.Another lash. Leather kissing skin already on fire.“Two—”He didn’t let me finish numbers properly after five. The belt fell in a merciless rhythm, painting my ass crimson, thighs trembling so hard the desk creaked. Every crack echoed in the empty building. Every crack made me wetter, the pain bleeding into a sick, throbbing pleasure that had me grinding my clit against the edge of the desk just to breathe.At ten he stopped. I was crying openly, snot and tears smearing some poor kid’s quiz on post-structuralism. My pussy felt swollen, dripping in a steady stream down my legs.He dropped the belt, crouched behind me, and spread me open with rough hands.“Look at you,” he muttered, voice thick. “Crying like a

Professor Between My Thighs 3

He dragged me to the low leather couch by my hair, shoved me over the arm so my knees sank into the cushions and my burning ass was high in the air. My ruined shirt hung off one shoulder and everything else was gone. I was naked except for the skirt bunched uselessly around my waist like a belt.I heard the clink of his belt buckle again, then nothing. Just his breathing, slow and controlled, while I trembled and dripped onto the leather.He stood behind me. I felt the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge my entrance—once, twice—, teasing, painting my folds with the cum still leaking from his last release.Then he pushed in.Just the head.One thick, cruel inch that stretched my entrance and made me sob with relief. I tried to rock back, greedy for more, but his hands locked on my hips like iron.“No,” he said, voice velvet and steel. “You stay perfectly fucking still.”He held there, barely inside me, pulsing, while I clenched around nothing but that fat crown. My pussy fluttered help

Professor Between My Thighs 4

He pushed me off the couch like I weighed nothing. I landed on my back on the thin, scratchy rug, legs splayed, cum still leaking from my swollen pussy in slow, filthy pulses. The overhead lamp was off; only the city glow through the blinds striped his body in silver and shadow as he stood over me.“Hands and knees. Face the window.”I rolled over, trembling. My knees screamed against the rough carpet, ass up, back arched, tits swaying. I could see our reflection in the dark glass. Me wrecked and dripping, him towering behind me, cock jutting heavy and wet again.He dropped to his knees, fisted my hair, and fed himself into my mouth first. One brutal thrust that hit the back of my throat and held. I gagged, drooled, tears streaming, but I took it because I knew what came next.He fucked my face for a minute with slow, possessive strokes, then pulled out with a wet pop and moved behind me.No warning. No teasing this time. He just lined up and slammed home so hard my palms slid forward

MILF Seduced Me Hard 1

The house was too quiet, the kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums and makes you count the seconds between the hum of the fridge and the tick of the hallway clock. Kids were at their grandparents’ for the weekend for some fishing trip my husband had planned before he bailed for another “work emergency” in Denver. I didn’t even pretend to be disappointed anymore. Just poured myself a second glass of pinot, kicked off my heels, and let the silence swallow me whole.I was thirty-seven, still turning heads at the PTA meetings, but the mirror in the hallway told a different story: faint lines at the corners of my eyes, the soft swell of my hips that no amount of Pilates could fully tighten. My husband hadn’t touched me in months. Not really. Quick, lights-off missionary when he remembered I existed. I’d started touching myself in the shower just to feel something—fingers slick, hips rocking against my palm, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep from screaming his name lik

MILF Seduced Me Hard 2

His cum was still leaking out of me, sliding down my inner thigh in slow trails as I straddled his lap on the couch. Ethan’s chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts, his hands still clamped to my hips like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. His cock—softening but still half-hard inside me—twitched every time my pussy fluttered with aftershocks. The silk robe had slipped off one shoulder entirely, hanging open like a curtain, and the lace bra I’d worn for no one but myself was pushed down under my tits, nipples hard and wet from his mouth.I leaned in, kissed the corner of his lips, tasted the salt of his sweat. “You okay, baby?”He nodded, eyes wide, pupils blown so dark the hazel was nearly gone. “I… yeah. Holy shit. That was…” His voice cracked on the last word, and he laughed—nervous, giddy, the sound of a boy who’d just been handed the keys to a world he didn’t know existed.I smiled, slow and wicked, and rolled my hips once—just enough to make him gasp and dig his finge

MILF Seduced Me Hard 3

The ceiling fan spun lazy circles above us, pushing warm air across sweat-damp skin. Ethan was still inside me, softening slowly, his forehead pressed to my collarbone like he was trying to memorize the taste of my skin. I could feel his pulse in his cock, fluttering against my walls in little aftershocks that matched the throb between my legs. Cum oozed out around him, soaking the sheets beneath my ass. I didn’t care. Let the mattress drink us in.I traced a lazy circle on his shoulder blade. “You still breathing, baby?”He huffed a laugh, shaky and raw. “Think so. Might need CPR in a minute.”I clenched around him on purpose, just to watch his hips jerk. “You’ll live.”He lifted his head, eyes glassy, lips swollen from my mouth and my pussy. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”I smiled, slow and filthy, and rolled us so I was on top again. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, a thick rope of cum following, splattering across his stomach. He stared at it like he’d n

MILF Seduced Me Hard 4

The first gray light of dawn slipped through the blinds and painted silver stripes across Ethan’s back. He was sprawled on his stomach, one arm flung over my waist, face half-buried in the pillow that still smelled faintly of my husband’s cologne. His breathing was slow, deep, the kind of sleep that only comes after you’ve been fucked senseless. I watched the rise and fall of his shoulders, the faint red scratches I’d left down his spine, and felt a low, possessive throb between my legs.My pussy was sore—deliciously, perfectly sore. Swollen lips, tender clit, the ghost of his cock still stretching me in memory. Cum had dried in crusty patches on my inner thighs, the sheets, the headboard where I’d gripped it while he’d railed me from behind in the shower. I could still taste him on my tongue. Salt and skin and the faint sweetness of youth.I slid out from under his arm, careful not to wake him yet. The clock read 6:42 a.m. The kids wouldn’t be back until late evening. My husband’s f

Bestfriends Don’t Watch P**n 1

The house was dead quiet except for the low murmur of the TV and the soft clink of my wine glass against the nightstand. Movie night with Jake had been our ritual since elementary school—same bed, same blanket, same unspoken rule that nothing ever happened. Until tonight.I’d picked the movie blind, some random streaming title with a vague thumbnail. Figured it’d be another dumb action flick we could mock for two hours. Instead, the screen filled with skin the second the opening credits faded: a woman on her knees, lips stretched wide around a thick cock, wet slurping sounds pouring from the speakers like the volume had been cranked on purpose.I froze, soda can halfway to my mouth. Jake didn’t move either, but I felt the shift in his body beside me, the way his thigh pressed harder against mine under the blanket, the sudden tension in the air. My parents were asleep down the hall, doors shut and oblivious. The house felt smaller, hotter, like the walls had closed in the second that f

Bestfriends Don’t Watch P**n 2

My hand wrapped around the thick ridge of Jake’s cock through his sweatpants, and the heat of him burned into my palm. He was already leaking, the fabric damp where the head strained against it. I squeezed once, testing, and his hips jerked forward with a low hiss.“Fuck, don’t tease,” he muttered, shoving the waistband down just enough for his cock to spring free. It slapped heavy against his stomach, the tip slick and shining in the glow from the TV. My pussy clenched at the sight, still pulsing from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of me.I licked my lips, tasting myself on them from his fingers. “You want my mouth or my hand first?” My voice came out husky, bolder than I felt with my parents asleep down the hall.Jake’s eyes flicked to the screen—where the woman was now riding one guy reverse while the other fed his cock down her throat—then back to me. “Mouth,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair and guiding my head down. “Open up.”I didn’t hesitate. I slid down the m

Bestfriends Don’t Watch P**n 3

Jake’s cock was still half-hard, slick with both of us, when he rolled off the bed and yanked the blanket to the floor in one motion. The carpet was soft enough, but the drop made my heart lurch. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down after him, flipping me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath.“Ass up,” he ordered, voice low and gravel-rough, the kind of tone that made my spine arch without permission. I scrambled onto my elbows and knees, thighs slick with the cum he’d already pumped into me, dripping in slow, warm trails down to the carpet. The TV flickered above us—some new scene, a girl pinned against a brick wall, skirt hiked to her waist, taking it so hard her tits bounced with every slap of skin on skin. The sound was muted now, but the visuals were enough: her mouth open in a silent scream, his hand fisted in her hair. Jake didn’t wait for me to settle. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, lined up, and slammed in—one brutal, wet thrust that buried him to th

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