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way 5: Professor's Forbidden PetChapter 2: No Panties After Class The whole next day I could not think straight. I sat in Professor Reed’s lecture with his dried cum still on my thighs from yesterday. Every time he looked at me from the front of the class my pussy throbbed. I kept pressing my legs together under the desk. The other students had no idea that their respected teacher had fucked me raw on his desk and filled me with his load. The thought made me wet again.

I then handed her a few pieces of paper, saying "You have to read these. They are incredible." Motherslut nodded and took the pages from me and looked down to read them. She then froze completely as she realized I had handed her excerpts of her own erotic incest stories. I had highlighted certain passages that were particularly kinky or should have motherslut rethinking the events leading up to and including our sexual activities. Motherslut was wide-eyed and unable to speak as she looked through page after page, recognizing all her own work. I was reading over her shoulder and slowly tracing her panty line with my left hand as my right hand snaked under her armpit and held her just under he

Noah says and after further thinking, he adds, “with lots of smut scenes.” I clear my throat in shock. I never thought I would see a guy come in here to buy a book with lots of smut scenes for a female friend. It seems so intrusive. “Right this way.” I say to him, moving down to the last row of books. “You can choose anyone from here. Legend has it that they all fit into the category of books you might be looking for.” I say with a small smile. He nods politely and picks out a book from the shelf randomly flipping through the pages.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

“Oh… God…” He took his sweet time, savoring her. His tongue explored every fold, licking away the crushed fruit, sucking gently on her clit until her thighs trembled. He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the soft, pulpy mess give way around them. The sounds it made were unmistakable now. The soft, wet, squelching noises that filled the quiet room as he worked the raspberries deeper, mixing them thoroughly with her cream.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.