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I reached up and touched his face, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Why not?" I asked. "Because of Vittorio? He doesn't have to know. No one has to know.""It's not that simple," Mike replied, but he didn't pull away from my touch. "He's my don. My boss. Everything I have, everything I've worked for—""Would still be yours," I finished. "This doesn't have to change anything. It would just be... us."Mike shook his head, but his hand came up to cover mine where it rested against his cheek. "You're making this very hard," he admitted."Good," I said, stepping even closer until our bodies were almost touching. "I want to make it hard for you. I want you to think about me when you're downstairs. When you're trying to focus on work. I want you to remember this moment and wonder what might have happened if you'd stayed."His thumb brushed across my knuckles, a gentle caress that sent shivers down my spine. "I already think about you," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "More th

The orgasm hit me like lightning, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My pussy clenched around nothing, my juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream. Mike didn't stop, his tongue gentling but continuing to lap at me as I trembled through the aftershocks.When my legs finally gave out, he caught me, rising to his feet with fluid grace. He removed the boxers from my mouth and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue. The kiss was filthy and intimate, my own arousal coating both our lips."Turn around," he ordered, spinning me to face the desk. I braced my hands on the polished wood, my ass presented to him as he moved behind me. His hands found my breasts, cupping and squeezing the sensitive flesh before pinching my nipples between his fingers.I gasped at the sharp pleasure-pain, my head falling back against his shoulder as he rolled and tugged at the hardened peaks. His cock pressed against my ass, hot and hard, and I pushed

"Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes, seeing the raw, animalistic desire in his gaze. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget who you belong to."He slammed into me in one powerful, violent thrust. I let out a loud, piercing shriek of pleasure, my body arching off the seat as he buried himself to the hilt. The fit was perfect, tight and suffocating. He didn't give me time to adjust; he immediately began to pump, his hips snapping forward with a rhythmic, punishing force."Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the cramped space of the car.The sound of our fucking was obscene, the wet, slapping noise of his balls hitting my ass mixing with the creak of the leather seats. He was fucking me raw, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of my interior. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix, a deep, thudding pressure that made my vision blur.Mike's hands moved to my throat, not choking me, but gripping firmly, pinning

Ashley arrived at the lecture hall ten minutes early. The building was quiet, most students already gone for the day. She had chosen her outfit carefully, a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight black tank top that left nothing to the imagination. No bra, no panties. She wanted Professor Aaron to know exactly what she was offering.She knocked on the door frame and stepped inside. Professor Aaron sat at his desk, grading papers, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He looked up when she entered, his eyes immediately dropping to her chest before he caught himself."Close the door," he said, his voice rough.Ashley shut the door behind her, the click of the lock echoing in the empty room. She walked toward his desk slowly, letting him watch the way her skirt rode up with each step."Sit," he ordered, pointing to the chair across from him.She sat down, crossing her legs so the skirt rode even higher. "Am I in trouble, Professor?""You know exactly what yo

The next morning Ashley woke up with her cunt still throbbing from the way Professor Aaron had used her the day before. She could feel the ghost of his cock stretching her open, the way his cum had leaked down her thighs all the way home. She lay in bed for a moment, replaying every filthy detail while her fingers drifted between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and sensitive, but she was already wet again thinking about what he might do to her today.She skipped breakfast and went straight to the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body while she planned her next move. She needed something different, something that would push him even further. She shaved her pussy completely smooth, making sure every inch of her was soft and bare for him. Then she dressed in the sluttiest outfit she could get away with: a white button down shirt that was two sizes too small, the fabric straining across her tits, and a black pencil skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin. No bra, no pan