The Professor (18+)

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ia- looks absolutely shattered yet drop-d

couldn't tell her mature age. She wears innocently seductive outfits which comprise shorts or min

ing a book called "The Girlfriend Exchange". She had in between her full pouty pink lips, a lollipop. She always had it i

he lollipops she takes to be something much bigger and thicker, wrapped aroun

a black romper with her hair roots dyed purple, and was tr

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ten years younger than me, and anytime I see her with him, I'm reminded of where I stand wit

on the idea of having her around every time that I gave her a duplicated key to t

Or should I say ex-girlfriend because my brother is standing half-naked in an unbuttoned shirt and pants, wat

vely reach to curl a hand around her leg, unfortunately to a spot where her skirt doesn't cover her

"I rasp. "Wh

still holding her bare leg. I reluctantly tear my fin

and is out of the door. I forced my gaze to my b

did you do now?

and I both look up. I recognized Susan Miller from the che

the

om at my brother, causing him to

n explain," Susan

g hard. "Get the fuck back in the clothe

other word, unlike my brother who is stil

ce between us so that I can tower over him

pla

taring back at me. My heart squeezes, paren

lking off to drop himself on the couch, holding his h

d somewhere cold to kn

someone doesn't just happen. This was the third time, Blake." I square my shoulder

forga

with a warning tone. "And don't you rais

ng to me but as he grows up, I am beginning to understand how much of his mother

iform. She has a bag slung over her shoulder and a flush on her cheeks trying to

upid cagna stil

dares to say to him in fro

a look as the door

ake. Don't go after her. If you do, th

sion to go after my girlf

adult but you're under my care and still living unde

talk about ru

to draw the line somewhere. He made huge proclamations about getting a job once he turned eighteen and moving

m a hectic day, I instead choose to check on Arabella. I care

straight for my SUV. I pull the car out of the complex and don't have to drive

ol- girl skirt and blazer that reaches her hips, a view that wakes my

bell

er. My cock grows harder as twisted thoughts of wrapping those same strands around my fin

e it as my cue to stop near her. I roll the windows d

raight into her eyes but immediately regr