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DIANA WOKE TO THE FEELof the professor nuzzling the valley between her breasts.
Even as her eyes struggled to open, she couldn't help lifting herself up on her elbows, a part of her still having a hard time believing that...
This wasn't a dream?
And it wasn't.
His golden head was between her breasts, his magnificently naked body was between her legs, and when his gaze lifted to hers, leonine eyes glittering with wicked intentions, a blush stole over her cheeks.
Oh, Saint M.
His gaze still holding hers captive, demanding her to watch, the professor slowly laved one pouting nipple with his tongue, and Diana's blush spread to the rest of her quaking body.
I'm so dead.
The professor smirked. "Too much?"
"Y-yes."But her answer came out in a gasp, with the professor choosing that same moment to start sucking on her nipple.
So good. It's just so, so good. Too, too good.
And she never wanted it to end.
Her head fell back against the pillows, and her fingers moved down blindly to grip his head. The professor seemed to be taking his time sucking on her nipples, almost as if he wished to feast on them, and it was driving her mad.
But just as she was about to break, she felt his head lift, and a sigh of relief escaped her. She just needed some time to breathe and—-aaaaaaah!
His mouth had landed between her legs, and when they instinctively tried to press together, the professor simply took hold of each one and slung them over his shoulders.
Oh Goooooooooood.
And thenitwas happening.
His mouth once again feasting, this time on her moist, quivery womanhood. His lips nuzzling the entrance of her core, pressing gentle, tickling kisses that traced the lines of her folds, and finally -oh, oh, oh God- his tongue slowly pushed in.
A moan spilled out of her.
And it started then, the relentless in-and-out thrusts of his tongue, and she found herself once again rising up on her elbows, fingers desperately clutching the sheets as her dazed eyes clung to the sight of him eating her pussy.
"P-Professor."