"Then pull it out..."
Another moan.
"Push it back in."
More moans.
And this time, her body began to undulate, her breasts swinging and her hips squirming on the chair.
"You know how it is," he rasped. "Do it as fast and hard as you want."
And so her finger thrust in and out faster and harder, and her moans turned into helpless panting.
"Yes, just like that."
Diana moaned, and his strokes quickened.
"P-Professor..."
"Yes," he growled. "GOD, YES."
She screamed as she came, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Mijn obsessie.
And a dark stain spread over his jeans as he climaxed right behind her.
Her
It Must Have Been Love by Kathleen Edwards
DIANA WONDERED IF PEOPLEcould tell how happy she was, just by looking at her.
She didn't think so, but neither did she think she was imagining the way she was attracting more glances than usual. And since her looks or taste in fashion hadn't changed in any way, then...it was that, wasn't it?
People could tell how much being with the professor was making her happy.