My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
My dream
I bit my lip in pleasure, my body trembling with his relentless pace. My hand gripped the edge of the bed for stability while the other held tightly onto his arm, seeking some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensations. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his movements, and my voice escaped me in breathless moans,
I asked for more, wanting nothing but to lose myself At this moment with him.
His strength showed as he lifted my waist effortlessly with one hand, gripping my leg with the other. The cool air from the AC couldn’t keep up with the heat building between us, beads of sweat forming on my skin. Without warning, Ezekiel picked me up and placed me on his lap. I gasped, breathless from the mix of exhaustion and the dizzying pleasure that coursed through me.
Resting my chin on his shoulder, I clung to him, barely able to hold myself upright. My body was weak, but I still craved his touch, his presence, more than ever. Then, all of a sudden, I felt an even deeper pressure inside me, overwhelming every inch of my senses. I couldn’t suppress the moan that tore from my throat as he pushed harder, making me arch my back in response.
His grip tightened, holding me so close that I could barely move, trapping me in this intoxicating embrace.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. His lust-filled eyes mirrored my own, and everything around us seemed to blur, as if the world outside had faded into nothing. With a shaky hand, I touched his cheek and pressed my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. I felt utterly exhausted yet completely alive At this moment. As I kissed him, I realized I wasn’t just losing myself in him—I was leaving the present, slipping away into a world where only we existed.
A world where nothing else mattered but this.
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