LOGINAfter Tuesday, Quin and Prof didn’t meet again and she wouldn’t deny that she misses him a lot. She loved their fucking and everything they do together.Even when her butt was still burning.By the next Monday, they had an impromptu quiz in Professor Hartwell’s class, she only did the quiz without putting much thought into it.By the end of the quiz, just when she thought she would go to his office, he sent her a message telling her not to come. She understood he did not want her to be in his office because of the test scripts.So she sent another text: ‘tonight?’He replied, ‘no, I will tell you when next.&
Bad DayThe rest of the week went by in a haze, she had three other tests that week. By friday; she was invited to a football match.Dex's best friend is the captain of the football team, which meant that Dex would be there so she agreed to attend.She wore one of her short shorts and her favorite hoodie because the weather was chilly, under it was a tank top with her nipple begging to be touched.Since Tuesday, the only hands that had touched it were hers, whenever she was busy touching herself for pleasure.The football field was totally unlike the tennis court.Loud.
The friction became a haze, a heat wave about to incinerate her from the inside out. Hartwell’s cock grew even thicker in the confines of her pussy, the pulsation of his veins against the walls of her channel indicating that the end was near. But Quin prepared herself to feel the burning liquid filling up her pussy, marking the conclusion of the punishment. She held herself tightly to the wall behind her, nails scraping the surface, awaiting the inevitable hot shot of pleasure followed by the release of his cum.However, the pattern broke abruptly.He stopped dead in his tracks, not pausing for one second but completely stopping, as if turned into a statue. The noise of their breathing ceased, the air suddenly getting thicker and harder to breathe. The next moment, he disengaged himself from her body, leaving her cunt empty and
Tuesday evening, she received another text from 'Mr. Smith’ telling her the same place and same time.He did not even care if she had prior engagements, or probably, he knew even if she had, she would break them to meet with him.When she got to the room, he wasn’t there again, she saw a card on the bed with a tiny silk rope.The card reads, Blindfold yourself and kneel for me.Always the obedient girl; she did as she was told.The blackness within her eyelids was total, created entirely by the silk she tied to her own eyes as she was ordered. She was kneeling on the floor of the hotel room; its weave pressed into her kneecaps, her b
Rumbling deep within his chest with a low growl, Hartwell withdrew from her slick cunt with ease, the abrupt loss prompting an involuntary whine from Quin's lips when her slick pussy started fluttering aimlessly around his absence. With one fluid movement, he undid the ties of the silky material from her wrists, and effortlessly flung her onto her back with her blindfold still in place and her chest heaving. Her thighs immediately opened in response, and he positioned her so that her knees were hooked over his elbows, bending her over and burying himself back into her slick depths in one hard thrust. The new position allowed him to burrow into her with ease and grind harder than ever as his cock thickened inside her as he strove to find his release. Moving with urgent, piston-like movements of his hips, he felt her tits bounce every time he pistoned into her with brutal force.The air between them was heavy and humid as the scents of sex and salt mixed in it; he bent down to kiss h
The automatic door clicked shut behind Hartwell, locking the dim hotel room in quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and Quin's quick breathing. She lay as he ordered, blindfolded by the crook of her own arms, her knees drawn in so that she presented herself on the crisp, white sheets with her bare ass raised high and exposed.Hartwell's steps were precise and unhurried; the soft creak of leather as he walked closer to the bed without speaking was the only sound apart from her own breathing. She could feel him even without looking, every movement sending a ripple through her skin; her nipples hardened even through the soft material of the sheets. There was no greeting; his hand landed on the nape of her neck at once, fingers wide on the soft skin there, his thumb pressed right behind her ear in a silent command to stay still. His other hand moved without hesitation, spreading her legs wide and trailing his fingers along the slickness of her pussy, where he found her a
She didn't bring it up the next morning.That was the practical thing, the careful thing, and Quin had always been both. She made coffee with the small machine she'd packed and sat at her desk while Mara slept peacefully like she had made peace with the world. Jade's bed was not empty. At some poin
Before she had a chance to answer him, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him. He traced the rim of her pussy, spreading her slickness up to her clit and back down, a maddening, teasing rhythm. "So fucking wet," he growled, finally sinking one thick finger inside her up to the second knuck
Quin looked at Jade, she had noticed that both now and the last time, Jade hadn’t received dick penetration. Looking at them now, she sees that there is a story behind it. She wouldn’t have thought about it but, yeah, she wants to know why. She lied to herself that the reason she needed to know wh
“Hmmm…” the sound slipped into the room, soft but impossible to ignore. Quin Ashford shifted under her covers, eyes still closed; she was tired; she had just moved in today and she had gone through various administration processes. She needed sleep. Muffled moaning sounds drifted through the air o







