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w it's a forbidden stuff. She's Mila's daughter and Mila is my wife. I shouldn't be harboring any wild thoughts with my stepdaughter. But fuck. The very first time I walke

ife's death even with the amount of disturbance I get from my daughter urging me to get a new wife. Not like I care but at times when I think about how lonely Juan had been since the death of her mother,

. She closed in on my hand between her legs. I know she was turned on as much as I was. My cock was already hard and needed a rel

sn't wearing a bra. She was fucking naked underneath the baggy top she was

lashed before me. How I will have her mouth wrapped around my cock while she sucks

y hand travel up to the hem of her leggings. But I didn't

s trying to fool. It had to be herself. Because all I was seeing in her eyes was need. She was aroused. B

dipped my hand inside her legging and located her pussy. Damn, she wasn't

Huh?" I said with a

st my chest. In all their glory. I caressed the front of her pussy by drawing

ng her lips a hundred times or more,

't we?"

n't fail to chuckle at the way her voice ca

ouch you. That is why you are

eard because her eyes widened. She parted her lips as I continued to tea

pulled on her chair the way she would be closer to me. I so badly want to have my hand roam all over her roun

ng their softness. And maybe

. One hand inside her pussy, the other massaging her breast. I pinched her nipp

same to her pussy. Unknowingly she gripped my arm as she arched her back. She was getting there.

she wanted to say something. My cock will fit into her f

I

urged her, my act

trying to fight with her heart and body. But the body will win

the corner of my li

xt plan. I withdrew my hand from her pussy and from inside her top. And

a certain person whose eyes were fixed on the book in front of her taking notes of what I was teaching. I emitted a smile. I had succeeded in keeping her on the edge. She was all quiet and was avoiding anything th

o as much as make a move. Heck, she didn't even look at me. All in the name of avoiding me. Maybe she does

sparing a glance in her direction. I saw her bite her bottom lip

g is the worst of all. I hate it. Never in the slightest bit, did I think I would become a professor. I happened to venture into it without preparing. Maybe it was because of my late wi

class, I was already exhausted. The subtle knock that sounded on

. A smile then followed it up. I had made her the class representative for my class period on purpos

. She wasn't in any baggy top or leggings. She was wearing a white top with skinny jeans. But that didn't do as much as hide her perfect curves. I could still