My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor Was it really good

Was it really good

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the images that were now burned into my memory. But the more I tried to push them away, the more vivid they became. I could still hear my mom’s voice, the way she had moaned Ezekiel’s name, the raw intensity of it all. It was something I wasn’t supposed to witness—something that felt too intimate, too real. I pressed my lips together, a shiver running down my spine as the thought of Ezekiel’s dominance over her filled my mind.

A heavy breath escaped me, and before I could stop myself, I whispered,

Isabella (FL)

Was it really that good with him?

I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but I couldn’t deny the strange pull I felt—the way my body reacted to the memory of what I’d seen. My thighs pressed together involuntarily, a physical response I didn’t fully understand but couldn’t ignore.

Meanwhile, in Kathrin’s room, Ezekiel slowly got up from her, his body still glistening with sweat. He noticed the door was slightly ajar, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. Without saying a word, he walked over and opened it further, peering into the dark hallway. His eyes scanned the shadows, but he couldn’t see anyone. Just as he was about to turn back, his gaze fell on the vase that had toppled over on the table.

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