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and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

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the cleaner bowed lightly. “Did Luna ask you to clean it?” “Yes, alpha” she answered, “she asked me to clean it up and throw some of the things away and some inside the storage” I stepped into the room, it looked spic and span but it was mostly filled with books. I picked one of the books, it was a medical book. Almost all of them were medical books, she mentioned loving medicine one time. Well, she could heal my legs so I am guessing her love for it was serious.

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Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the large, spotless windows of the bookstore café, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished wooden tables. Aria wiped down the counter with a clean rag, her movements steady and practiced. The air smelled of freshly ground espresso beans, old paper, and cinnamon pastries. It was quiet, peaceful, and worlds away from the greasy, chaotic diner in the slums.

"Shhh. It's okay, baby. I'm almost all the way in. Relax and let me fu8ck you." She was too tense. I reached for her cl8it. She needed a distraction because this was happening. The little nub was hard quickly, and she started pushing against me. Hell, yeah. She was opening up now, and I filled her full of me. "That's right, my little toy. You like being dirty for me. Stay just like that, I'm gonna fu8ck you like a who8re deserves to be fu8cked."