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I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

"Breathe, naughty girl. Let me in." I try to relax, focusing on his fingers on my clit. I inhale deeply, exhaling slowly, willing my body to soften under his touch. The circles he makes there are slow and teasing, building heat again. Each rotation winds me tighter, the warmth spreading like liquid fire through my veins.

He frowned, though I couldn't see it, but I knew him well enough. I waved a hand dismissively. “That's just how these bosses are. Come on, let's go in. I'm starving.” At the same time, my stomach rumbled as if confirming my words. Leander realized, his lips were now curled into a soft smile. “Say no more, ma'am. Your favorite meal has been made.” I grinned widely, wrapping a hand around his waist as he led me into the house. True to his words, they were two plates of roasted chicken, bacon and eggs, chips, and some more enchanting foods.

After that, it was only me, the low golden lamps, and the long rows of rare books that smelled of old paper, leather, and dust that had settled for decades. I liked it this way. No voices. No footsteps. Just the soft tick of the wall clock and the occasional creak of the old building settling around me. I was alone at the large oak reading table in the center of the room, white cotton gloves still on, carefully turning the pages of a fragile 18th-century botanical manuscript. My pencil moved across the conservation log in a neat, precise script. Catalog number. Condition notes. Recommended humidity range. The work was slow and exacting, exactly the kind of quiet concentration that usually ke

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

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Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Her thighs pressed together as the toy hummed again. Flashbacks filled her mind during the lecture. Lila had always been rebellious. Growing up with a distant mother, she acted out in high school with bad boys and risky parties. She craved the loss of control because real life felt too chaotic. Submission gave her structure, a place to let go completely. That is why Marcus’s rough touch hooked her so fast. And now Elias’s refined dominance pulled her even deeper. She felt addicted to both. Elias stood at the front, his voice commanding as he discussed taboo desires in literature. His eyes met hers often. The plug buzzed stronger, making her bite her lip to stay quiet. Students around her too