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the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the

receptionist for a new appointment." Then again,

instant I knew he was Clint Homer. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and fu

s pent-up frustration. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department a

when I saw the books stacked under

he saw me lock the door and plunged the

he office slowly as he took correspondin

e to indulge you, Kiera, I need to

s desk and a shelf. I took the books fro

I said, getting d

ng a groan from him. I unbuckled his belt and let his t

ps. "How do you intend to go to c

his eyes. Kiss me, they seemed to say. And I obliged,

g me," he whined, lacing

sked, flicking my tongue on the pink cap of his cock. He was n

my hair tightening. "

iting mouth. When he was all in, I popped him out, repeating it three more times. Then I sucked,

throat as I gagged and rolled my eyes back in pleasure. My fingers played with my clit through t

my throat as he slammed into my mouth one last time, cursing loudly. H

." He gushe

" My voice

ded ha

into my cleavage. "Right now,

ed me onto it. His mouth immediately found mine and in no time, he was kissing me hu

y top. The key kissed the floor in a resonating clang as my top joined it. Professor Le

lled my butt to the edge. Spreading my legs, he tore open the

l it in place. My body pulsed with pleasure as soon as he pen

he unceremoniously b

r my mouth with his hand. His pace did not slow down

body shuddered as it rode the waves. The professor slid out

end of me." He said as he dres

, totally spent bu

my mind wandering to the therapy sessio