SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
My thighs are gripped once more, and he slaps the inner spots until they sting red, then pinches the folds of skin and twists them slowly, dragging pain and pleasure together into one sharp cocktail that makes me leak even more.
Then his tongue joins in again, this time moving lower, tracing behind my knees in slow deliberate strokes. He bites the tendon there and sucks until I shiver, then moves upward along my calves, nipping lightly at my ankles before going even further down.
Even my feet aren’t spared, he takes my toes into his mouth one by one, sucking each slowly, deliberately, like he’s memorizing every part of me.
“Every part mine,” he says simply.