The Art of Temptation

e movements as Black's. Holy fuck. I'm instantly soaked. One tortures my throbbing clit, the other sinki

ngers in the back of the library didn't make it

public. Are you getting hot and bothere

hat I want to say is I can't seem to help myself around them. But letti

they stare down at me. "Wow, you guys tak

rvous or getting fingered in the public, it se

cking soa

ly knowing what else to say. My brain left my body in con

and in my hair and p

es seeing his friend deep-thro

down my throat. My hands go to the back of their heads and

adulthood with worry as a steady companion. "What if someone find

God, her pussy is suc

me and when you do, you

rcilessly strokes my clit. My eyes flutter shut and buck against their hands. T

me," I

baby. So

emma! Give u

t my insides and the faster they stroke my clit and fing

rushes, my pussy clenche

time," Professo

it to my mouth and swallows thickly as he dips it bet

for him as he feeds me his cum-coated fingers and I

ing over me, his mouth brushing over my ear as h

vely. His tongue strokes over mine like I belong to him. I never thought of myself as submissive. Quiet and to myse

y, eyes burning with raw

o two sets of thick arms, my han

Black growls. "While you're taking Professor Preston's co

it that. It was more of a passageway from the commonly used section of t

rl's memory h

lust flowing freely through me, but nothing can k

ed similarly to the others-like they just walked out of a board meeting filled with t

East Coast university I don't have a clue. They've been here two years now and they are giant puzzles to me. Other

complaining a

only faint source of light f

when you give such

stupid as it may seem, for a second I feel l

nd considers me

ter I wish I was a

light less than optimal and my brains still stuck on hyperdrive after my orgasm. A tight jaw muscle bulges and those

s me a roguish grin. "I've been curious for days abo

a sweet endearment from him? Now that I have his undivided

smerized. I can't move, look away. I can only give him my full attention. Much like whe

. Not a sound filters through from the outside. Just the tinkerin

the qu

h our milk still c

thy question to ask. If his words aren't bad enough, he uses his thumbs

use

, roaming higher up my work dress until

her, he growls at the sight of my uniform opening

ans o

ls open on a

...I like that. Go

gs it over the dip of my cleavage a

su

hen you returned home after our night t

h

that has me wanting to answer anything he asks of me. They've yet to come outright a

. I swallow at the memory of seeing him shoot his load over my breasts last time. Would they take me right here in the library? Against a wall, table, or shelf? L

at. "Did you ha