Pleasure After Detention IIHE began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending a shockwave through her. Her internal muscles clenched around him, urging him deeper. The desk creaked beneath their combined weight. “Oh, God,” she gasped, her hands digging into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over her. He sped up, his hips slamming against hers, the wet, slapping sound echoing in the silent classroom. Her clit, engorged and sensitive, rubbed against his pubic bone with every thrust, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “Cum for me, Professor,” he grunted, his voice ragged. “Cum hard.” Her body convulsed, a wave of spasms seizing her. Her hips arched, pushing herself onto his cock as she screamed, a raw, unrestrained cry of pure ecstasy. Her pussy clenched, milking him, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from his deep, hard thrusts. She felt him stiffen, his body tensing, and then he groaned, a
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