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After-Hours Desire: The Craving Professor

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It was a sweltering afternoon, and the chalk dust was still hanging in the air from the day’s lessons. The classroom, usually a sanctuary of knowledge, was now a battlefield of raw desire. The object of my affection, my Craving Professor, was standing before me, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

“Let’s cut the class, babe,” I whispered, my heart quickie savor a drum. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, and she swayed towards me, her milf pussy teasingly close.

We stumbled out of the classroom, our hands clutched together, our hearts stand in sync. The hallway echoed with the rhythm of our footsteps, each step bringing us closer to our forbidden passion. We found ourselves in the dimly lit staff room, the hum of the school day fading away.

Her body was a masterpiece, every curve and contour a testament to the passage of time. Her milf boobies, firm and plump, threatened to spill out of her low-cut blouse. I couldn’t resist, my hands reaching out to cup her, my fingers tracing the border of her lace bra.

She moaned softly, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. Her tongue darted out, exploring my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest, gripping my shirt. I tugged at it, tearing it away, revealing my bare torso.

She pulled back, her eyes devouring me, her breath hitching. “You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence.

She then, with a seductive smile, straddled me, her milf pussy hovering over my rock-hard dick. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hard and erect. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, making me shiver with anticipation.

With a swift movement, she took me in, her pussy swallowing me whole. She rode me passionately, her hips moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that echoed in my ears.

We lost ourselves in our passion, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Time ceased to exist, the world outside faded away, and all that was left was us, lost in our mutual desire.

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