Two masked people climbed to the spire of the Empire State Building to make out and get engaged.
They unfurled a banner that reads: “When the power of love beats the love of power the world knows peace.” They have since been arrested.
‼️New smut alert‼️
The lecture hall was empty after hours, the heavy door clicking shut behind me like a secret sealed. Professor Hale stood at his desk, grading papers under the dim glow of a single lamp, his crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. I’d fantasized about this for weeks. His deep voice commanding the room, those intense eyes that lingered on me during office hours. Tonight, I wasn’t here for extra credit. “Miss Reynolds,” he murmured, looking up as I approached, my short skirt swishing against my thighs. “This is highly inappropriate.”
I didn’t stop. I rounded the desk, heart pounding, and pressed my body against his. “Then fail me, Professor. But I need you.” My hand slid down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the fabric. He growled low, grabbing my wrist but not pushing me away. Instead, he yanked me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss that tasted of coffee and forbidden hunger. I moaned into him, my fingers fumbling with his belt. His cock was already thick and straining against his slacks. I dropped to my knees right there on the cold floor, unzipping him eagerly. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I whispered, wrapping my lips around the swollen head. I sucked him deep, tongue swirling, taking him to the back of my throat while he fisted my messy blonde hair. Saliva dripped down my chin as he fucked my face, hips thrusting with controlled power. “Good girl,” he groaned, voice rough. “Such a needy little slut for your professor.” He pulled me up, bending me over his desk in one swift motion. Papers scattered. My skirt flipped up, panties shoved aside. His fingers plunged into my dripping pussy first with two, then three, stretching me, curling against that spot that made me whimper. “So wet already. You’ve been thinking about this in class, haven’t you?” “Yes, sir,” I gasped, pushing back against him. Then he was there, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance before slamming in balls-deep. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness. He was pounding into me hard and fast, the desk creaking under us. Each thrust hit deep, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Take it,” he snarled, leaning over me, teeth grazing my neck. “This tight cunt is mine now.” I came first, clenching around him like a vice, juices soaking his shaft. He flipped me onto my back, hiking my legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. His thumb circled my swollen clit as he fucked me through it, eyes locked on mine. “Come again. Let me feel you milk me.” The second orgasm shattered me, my walls pulsing wildly. He groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts. I felt every bit, overflowing and dripping down my thighs onto his papers. We stayed like that, panting, his forehead against mine. “Office hours just got a lot more interesting,” he whispered, already hardening again inside me.
Best case: you find your person🥰💛
Worst case: you discover they’re married, their wife is apparently “crazy,” they’re “basically separated,” and somehow you’re the villain in a story they wrote to excuse their own choices.
10/10, would not recommend tho💁🏼♀️🙂↕️