"Ah... I can feel you... everywhere... inside ..."
Professor Hart gasped as she sank down on Joren’s thick shaft, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate his size. Her walls were tight and extrely wet, gripping so hard that the pleasure almost sent Joren over the edge upon entry. His hand moved to cup her soft backside, the contact eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Mmm... right there..."
She began to move slowly, hips rolling as she found her rhythm. Joren’s hands stayed firm on her backside, guiding her down onto his cock, the lewd sound of skin slapping skin and her loud moans echoing throughout the living room.
"Ngh... you’re stretching so wide... ah..."
Her breath ca in short bursts now, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. Joren could feel her walls twitching desperately around him, her juices leaking out of her entrance, sliding down his shaft and wetting the couch. She leaned forward, her large breasts pressing against his chest, her fingers curling around the back of his neck.
"Harder... fuck harder..."
She whispered into his ear, the words sending a jolt through him, his hips jerking forward to et her movents.
She shifted again, grinding harder, her thighs tightening around him.
"Oh yes... hah... you feel so good... so thick..." she rasped.
The wet sound of their bodies eting filled the room. Her hand slid down his chest for balance, nails grazing lightly.
Joren’s grip shifted—one hand sliding from her backside to the place they were joined, fingers brushing her clit in ti with her movents. She gasped, sharp and uncontrolled, as his fingers made contact, her hips stuttering for a mont before finding their rhythm again.
Joren’s body trembled slightly as his rod ramd her slick walls. The pleasure was building up, threatening to push him over the edge.
"I’m close," he whispered.
Professor Hart’s eyes glazed as she leaned closer to him.
"Cum for ... give everything... I want to feel your cum spilling inside ... ohh..."
Joren’s hips faltered, breath catching, and with a final upward thrust, he released inside her. Prof. Hart gasped as she felt his release, her walls milking him greedily as he rode out his orgasm.
"That’s it. Give every single drop."
She stayed there for a mont, breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp as the last waves of Joren’s orgasm began to wear off.
Then she collapsed gently onto his chest, her cheek resting just above his heart. Her hair spilled across his shoulder, her body still impaled on his softening mber.
Joren’s hands moved to her hip, slow and steady, as both of them caught their breath.
Then, Prof. Hart finally broke the silence.
"You’re not in a rush to leave, are you?"
"No," he said, voice low.
She shifted slightly, the movent sending a jolt through their still-sensitive bodies.
"Good. You can stay."
"For the night?" Joren asked, surprised.
Prof. Hart nodded.
"Mmmhmm. It’s already dark, so it would be best if you just stayed the night."
Joren nodded. This was the first ti a woman was letting him stay the night in her place. Surely this must be a big win... right?
Another mont of silence passed, and this ti, it was Joren who broke it.
"Did you fix the grouping?"
She didn’t answer imdiately. Her fingers moved across his chest, slow and deliberate.
"I looked at it."
"That’s not the sa as fixing it."
"It’s done. You’ll see the update tomorrow."
Joren nodded, eyes on the ceiling.
Another pause, though her gaze didn’t waver.
"You’ll keep quiet, won’t you?"
"I said I would."
"You better not go back on your word."
"I won’t."
She studied him for a mont, then settled back down, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Good. Then let’s get so sleep. It’s already late."
"On the couch?"
"Under , too."
He sighed softly.
"Well, I’ve had worse."
"Don’t get comfortable."
"It’s too late for that."
She didn’t reply. Her breathing slowed, her body softened, and her fingers resud their quiet tracing across his chest.
Joren stared at the ceiling. The glass of wine was still on the table, the air still thick with heat.
Then he closed his eyes.
And let the night take him.
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