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My chest pressed against the cushions while my nails scraped against the fabric. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head back, exposing my neck. “You’ve got a perfect ass,” he muttered breathlessly. A gasp escaped me as he slapped my ass lightly. The sting sent a jolt of heat through my body, making my toes curl. “Fuck… fuck me, Professor Dickson,” I moaned, my voice trembling as pleasure built inside me. My legs shook slightly as my body reacted to every thrust. “Naughty girl,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”

“Your pussy is creaming all over daddy’s dick. You like knowing it is wrong? You like knowing your father in law is balls deep in the same hole his son used to fuck?” “Yes,” I gasped, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “It is so wrong but I cannot stop. Fuck me harder Marcus. Claim this pussy. Make it yours.” The guilt mixed with the pleasure turned everything sharper and more intense. I could smell our combined arousal thick in the air. I could taste the salt on my lips from panting so hard. Every sense was overwhelmed by him.

Maybe I wouldn’t feel this sick, twisted weight in my chest that made it hard to breathe. This guilt was swallowing me whole. I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were chewing me alive and the silence was loud enough to make my ears ring. I kept drinking—whisky, whatever I could find—like maybe I could drown it all out. The guilt, the noise, the ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away. By the time the bottle was half-empty, I was dizzy, my limbs heavy but restless. I couldn’t stay in that damn apartment anymore. I didn’t even know what I needed—I just knew I couldn’t be alone.

His hips flexed forward, pushing himself deeper. “Fuck. Yeah…” My pussy clenched hard at those words, a spasm of pure pleasure so intense it almost made me gasp. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl around the sensitive head the way I’d seen in the p**n I secretly watched late at night, trying to learn, trying to prepare for this exact moment. Drool slipped from the corner of my mouth, a messy testament to my effort as I tried to please him, tried to prove I was worthy of this, of him. I had never done this for anyone, never felt this desperate need to excel at something so depraved. But nothing had ever felt so right. His deep, guttural moans made my clit throb in time with the rhythm I

Him on top of me again, pressing his weight against mine, his cock hard in front of me. "Fucking gorgeous," he hissed, admiring the view of my breasts. Then he bent down to kiss my nipples, pinching the other one with his thumb and index finger. He was the master and I was merely his pawn. A very willing pawn. He didn't stop. ANd I let him do what he wanted, eagerly taking in the pleasure that consumed me. He traveled his free hand down. To my stomach, to my pelvis, to my thighs, and there. Jackpot. He pushed my lips on the side and swirled his finger in a small circle around my clit. It was so good. A chill went down my body that made my toes curl and I gripped his, took a fistful of his ha

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

“Spread open on my desk like a proper slut for your professor.” He hooked both my legs over one shoulder and leaned in, my ass was at the edge of the desk as he started thrusting again. The new angle hit even deeper, nailing my prostate with every snap of his hips. I could barely breathe through the pleasure, my cock trapped between our bodies, smearing precum across my stomach. “Sir—please— I can’t—ahh!” My hands flew up to grip his arms, nails digging in as he railed me mercilessly. The desk scraped against the floor with the force of his thrusts.

I shook my head slightly slapped Mier's shoulder to say slow down. "It is one of the seven deadly sin- Gluttony." Tatsu said while eating his food. "You know about that? You know it is cool. I want a book about that but I couldn't find it and if I could, I can't afford to buy that book." I felt sad a bit but it was okay. I already learned a lot about those deadly sins. "Want me to buy you some books about those?" Saicki invade to our conversation. I became shy.

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