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My nipples were hard already, waiting for me to touch them. Fuck, why was this so hot? J had no idea I would enjoy looking at pictures of naked women, but what made it so enjoyable for me was because I knew Daniel looked at these same pictures and liked them. He probably even touched himself to them too. I had to do this. I had to share this experience with him, even if he would never find out. Slowly, I rubbed a hand over my exposed nipple, teasing it until it got even harder, sending pleasure shooting straight to my core. I fondled my breast, closing my eyes and imagining Daniel's hand in place of my own.

I lie there panting, body trembling, covered in sweat and cum, legs spread wide so everyone can see the mess they made of me. A small crowd claps—slow, appreciative. Phones aren’t allowed, but eyes devour me. Jax leans down, brushes a kiss to my forehead—the only soft thing all night. “Tomorrow?” he asks. I smile, voice wrecked. “Every night. You paid for it.” No more books. No more guilt. Just this: the heat, the stretch, the release. Sneaking out feels like foreplay now. I’m already wet thinking about tomorrow.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

She was so unbelievably tight, so hot, and so impossibly wet that I felt like I was being swallowed by a volcano. "Oh, fuck," she hissed, her head tossing back, the blonde wig falling slightly away. "You're so deep. You're hitting everything, Creighton." She began to move, and it was clear why she was a superstar on OnlyFans. She had a rhythmic control over her hips that was breathtaking. She ground her pelvis against mine, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every downward stroke. She wasn't just bouncing; she was rolling her hips, a slow, circular motion that maximized the friction against every inch of my shaft.

“You can tell me anything.” There was a brief silence. Then she muttered, “So the thing is that… I’m also an OnlyFans creator. I do adult content online.”

I answered truthfully, my fingers digging into the wood as he drove me to a mad orgasm. My knees shivered, and a loud shriek tore from my throat. I shook from pleasure, feeling every nerve in my body strain. He finally pulled out, immediately turning me around and making me sit on the chair again. My eyes were still shut as I relaxed on the chair, the spasms still travelling through me. I hadn't recovered, and every time I squeezed my thighs together and touched my clit, I would jerk like someone in an electric chair. Frederick pulled my legs apart and I finally opened eyes to look at him. He got down on his knees, holding my legs up and bringing his face to my pussy.

Because if that didn’t work, I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do. Every single plan I had for my future hinged on this—on getting my degree, on finishing my capstone, and on proving to the publishing board that I had range. That I could write more than tearjerker love stories about messy women and reformed bad boys. This erotica submission had to be hot, authentic, believable. Problem? I’d never written erotica before. Or, you know, done much that qualified. It wasn’t like I needed the job to pay the rent. I’d taken on accounting originally for the security, the structure. It wasn’t glamorous, and I’d never be filthy rich, but it would never vanish on me. Death and taxes, right? Ol

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