Novel & Cerita Lips Professor In Shameless

I splashed some on my face, trying to cool the heat in my cheeks and erase the flush that screamed I just had incredible sex. But as I looked up at my reflection, I knew it was useless. My lips were swollen and red, a stark contrast to my pale skin. The bell rang, echoing through the tiled room like a gavel striking a judge's bench. I barely made it to my seat in the professor's lecture hall before the bell finished ringing. I slipped into the back row, keeping my head down, pulling my hoodie up as high as I could without looking suspicious. Every step was a reminder of Sebastian, my muscles ached in the best, most delicious way, a lingering soreness that made my breath hitch every time I mo

“Isn’t this a shame? I mean, what is the next generation turning into? This girl, I hear, is barely twenty years old, and she's sleeping with her professor?” “Back in my day,” her colleague starts with a scoff, his tone dripping with self-righteousness, “we studied hard for grades instead of sleeping through them. It’s clear she’s merely a fling, look at her…” They display a censored photograph of my bare body on the screen. My heart stops. I feel a surge of nausea so strong I think I might be sick. I've been exposed on national television for millions of people to see. The humiliation is a physical ache, a burning in my gut.

She was the type of woman who couldn't hide her beautiful aura even though she was shabbily dressed. Havie taps his finger on his desk. Then he turned his head slowly to face his friends who were focusing on their respective work. Havie almost snorted as he watched all of his friends' expressions turn serious after mocking him earlier. As much as they had their fun, as much work they put in to graduate safely. “Hey, you guys look familiar with her. How come?" Havie asked, breaking the silence and concentration of his friends who started smirking again. Especially Clement.

The professor was on his knees, face buried between those cheeks, tongue working greedily, wet and obscene sounds echoing softly in the quiet basement. Liam’s head was thrown back, lips parted in silent moans, one hand gripping the shelf above him while the other tangled in the professor’s dark hair. “Fuck… Professor…” Liam gasped, hips pushing back against Adrian’s mouth. Marcus’s cock hardened instantly in his pants. He knew he should leave. He should report them. But instead, he stayed frozen, hand slipping down to palm himself through his jeans as he watched the scene unfold. He smirked and quietly took out his phone and quickly recorded a short clip of them making out before joining the

Seeing tears in Aria's eyes, Aaron raised his hand to wipe her tear but Aria jerked his palm away, Aaron doesn't like the way she had pushed his palm but he thought she does that because of professor Jimmy's fear. Aaron looked at Professor Jimmy, But Professor Jimmy took one step close to Aaron and used his finger to wipe the lipstick from Aaron's lips Every student who was standing around Professor Jimmy gasped in shock. "I want to see your parents too and yes! If they didn't come then get ready to deal with me..." Jimmy said, stepping back. "Kissing someone isn't a crime..." Aaron told the professor,

"No. Freaking. Way." Daisy leaned over. "That's him?!" Her whisper was way too loud, and I elbowed her gently, mortified. Liam blinked once, then gave me a small, almost secretive smile before clearing his throat and turning back to the board. "And I thought my life couldn't get more complicated," I muttered under my breath, heat blooming in my cheeks. My new professor? Seriously? What were the odds? First the elevator, then the grocery store, and now this?

“I wouldn’t have lied if I could have told you the truth and stayed in the school. But I think we’re all aware that that wouldn’t have happened if I had.” Neumann just looks back at my dad like he’s waiting for him to make this worth his time, and Alvez looks at me with a deeper grin, his eyes moving slowly over the length of my hair like he quite likes it. A shiver passes through me and I glance at my mom, who doesn’t seem to notice. “Oh, goddess help us,” the Captain murmurs, half dismayed and half frustrated. “The shrimp is a girl.” My pulse quickens as I turn to stare at my professor – as we all do. He covers his face with his hand and heaves a deep sigh, turning half away from us like h

My brain might explode because of this! "Okay..." I responded while nodding my head. "I'm gonna start now," he said. I nodded. I suddenly felt nervous and tried to focus on him even though my heart is pounding so fast. He started his lesson and I didn't imagine that I can understand it better! Why do I didn't understand it when he discussed it in front of the class? Why am I so weird? But while he's talking I can't help to stare at his lucious lips. His lips are red and looks delectable. His face is clean. He doesn't have beard or mustache. He must be shaving all of that because it requires for being a professor.

Mia quickly logs in. Kiera shoots me a questioning look. I ignore it. “No wonder he’s not into college girls,” a girl jokes. “He’s too hot to handle.” I almost roll my eyes at the comment. The same Professor Lucien who asked me for a blowjob. If only she knew. "Wow," Mia gushes. "He is smoking hot." Kiera and I lean over Mia’s shoulder. I nearly choke seeing the photos on her screen. Professor Lucien is at a bar or club, still in his work clothes—but his suit jacket is off, leaving only his white shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin.

He stumbled backward two steps, grasping onto the doorknob to keep himself from tripping over the door jamb and landing on his butt. “Oh my gosh," I whisper-shouted at him, covering my mouth with my hand, looking at him with wide eyes . I just assaulted my professor. My ridiculously hot, half naked professor. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? And why can't he not wear one to class every day? "I am so sorry, Dr. DiFronzo!"