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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.

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I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

As if he needs to be sexier. “Thanks,” I murmur as I walk inside. Josh closes the door behind him, leaving me all alone in his room. I look around the place and I silently admire it. As my eyes travel around the place, it hits me that each part of this room is a piece of him. Each part depicts one of his characteristics. My curiosity finally wins, and I find myself snooping around. I know this is wrong, but I can’t contain the curiosity inside of me. My eyes move along the black shelves on the grey wall and I smile a little to myself as I find a huge collection of comic books; the volumes resting on the shelves scream out his deep love for this genre! The vast Marvel collection he owns is en

Not in this case, she remained transfixed to the spot and took in the naked man. No, she took in his huge cock that hung before his balls freely. “You like something you see?” Author's voice broke the silence but Anna wasn't able to form coherent speech. Author chuckled and palmed his limp cock in a firm grip and stroked it very slowly. Anna's mouth hung open to the sight before her and of course, her already wet core had a mind of its own. Author beat his hardening meat in his palm and spread his legs in a more masculine stance to give the white girl a better view.

"You want more of this. I can see it in your eyes." Lily’s eyes were now clouded with a mix of fear and pure lust. She was finally breaking, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I kept the slow, teasing pace on her now-soaked panties. “No… ah… I… I don't want anything,” she rasped out. I smiled. “Really? Then read. Take your book and read.” My finger pressed, sending pressure to her needing clit. "Ahhh… I... I can't think when you do that," she gasped.

I could feel how soaked I was—my arousal slick on my inner thighs, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat. When he returned, my breath caught. He held two black silk ties in one hand and a small, matte-black object in the other. His eyes had gone dark, predatory, like a wolf stalking prey that had already wandered too deep into his territory. He moved with that effortless confidence that always undid me—broad shoulders filling the space, powerful body coiled with controlled power. “Lie on your back,” he ordered, voice rough velvet. “Spread your thighs wide for me.”

Wave after wave crashed through me until I was shaking, gasping, collapsing forward onto my forearms. She didn’t pull out. She kept stroking—slow now, gentle—drawing out every last tremor until I was whimpering, oversensitive. Only then did she ease her fingers free. I heard her suck them clean behind me, the wet sounds made me clench again despite myself. She flipped me onto my back, the rug soft against my overheated skin. The firelight painted her in gold and shadow as she crawled over me, straddling my face reverse so her ass was toward the flames.

I can feel the weight of his gaze, like warm hands on my skin, tracing every inch. I’d always known Professor Grey is attractive – too attractive for someone who lectured about 19th-century poetry and quoted Byron like it was foreplay. But this is the first time we are alone. The first time I let myself notice how his lips curve when he isn’t watching, or how his forearms flex when he turns a page. He doesn’t look like he belongs in a lecture hall. More like a villain in a tux, smirking as he pulls you into trouble.