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Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

“I looked them over once. These are no good. That rectangular box is full of obscene images and videos of naked men and women. There were more than a hundred of them in one file. The people in each one are also different from the other. Some have two or more women, all in different poses. They were even children who haven’t grown breast! Such depravity! And this book. I asked Ellie to scan it over. She found more than one scene depicting both men doing those unspeakable acts. They were even written in such a way that makes people’s imagination go beyond irredeemable path. It’s creatively done but how can you people enjoy reading something like this? It’s very disappointing.

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

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“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

The obscene size difference between us is stark, my hands can barely contain my own tits, while his cock looks enormous even nestled between them. I kept the rhythm, lifting my perky tits up to the top of his cock, then letting them drop down with a wet PLAP-PLAP-PLAP. His foreskin pulls back each time I bring my breasts down, revealing the swollen head in all its obscene glory. The up and down motion creates a lewd squelching sound as my breasts slide along his spit slickened shaft. "Fuck, your titties feel good," he groaned, his cock twitching between them.

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.