years

ag on the floor as soon as I walk throu

already spent hours reading every detail and dirty words, like: pussy, ass, pussy, big dick, among others in the vast porn vocabulary. On the short walk from the college campus to my apartment, I was excited by every detail described in the erotic story. Okay, the title didn't help much: "I fucked the traffic light's young girl", and even so, anyone who looked at me with my cell phone in my hand, so focused on the story of the dick be

use

nalysis, was the great discoverer of sexuality, showing the world that his patients with hysteria were not crazy women, but rather sexually frustrated. And if not even Freud could resist the charm of carnal pleasures, how can I, a curious girl w

es knowledge have

raining, which he considers inappropriate for his partner. Always willing to please him, I found myself exchanging Freud's theories for mathematics and foreign calculations, and facing t

oice answers me. The bra goes the

n. His square glasses give him a concentrated look, so incorruptible and extremely sexy,

sed face looks up at me, only hav

cock, hidden under the fabric, reacts, giving a pulse when I grind my hips a bit more. That's what I love about Tom. It can be anytime, and yet his cock is always ready for me. I slide my hands across his che

om is my sexy, hot professo

en my lips, which don't let him escape fro

his chin, sliding my

s to be

panties aside, and before Tom can a

ows his head back

street has a clear view of our living room. My mind completely shifts the scenario. Tom is my professor, and we're fucking in the teacher's lounge, where we could get caught at any moment, busted, and the risk drives us wild. I rotate

kes me open my eyes, seeing hi

d inside, my body aches, begging to continue. His head lifts, but Tom shows no expression of someone who's going to finish the j

owing his cock is shrinking, le

is harsh and short. He pushes me off

me in a bad mood. I'm still euphoric, craving more

k? Look at the damn open window

ork at this hour..." I raise my fin

" Tom is angry. The trembling corner

bor had seen us being a normal couple..." I stop myself. His rais

ho's a few days away from graduation!" If there was any remaining arousal in my body,

t feeling pleasure isn't normal? I gather my frustration, let out a long sigh, and watch Tom walk to the window

sex in a while

eduled a time instead of acting like a t

edu

more active sex life than Tom, with his thirty-one years. Scarce sex for quite

t being invited to join him. "I'll have a golden opportunity with this internship in California. It's going to be important for my career, for us." It's not for us! The truth is, it will only be good for him, for his career, hi

ually frustrated, and repressed. I feel that every day that passes in my life, I disappoi

e be