Pia Sluts Out For Extra Credit He was my professor. Tenured. Married. Devout. I wore my tightest crop top to office hours — no bra. My essay was late, but my intentions weren’t. I slid into the seat across from…
He wasted no time in taking his shirt off and jumping on top of me. My legs responded in-kind by spreading wide for him. Moving up my skirt and sliding down my thong, he saw my wetness. “Well, you really…
‘I am nothing but an obedient, brainless, fuckable object.’ Say it until you believe it.” “From now on, when you hear:‘Open, toy’,Your body responds automatically.Mouth, legs, mind — open.Open and dripping with need.Because you’re not a person.You’re an obedient, degraded…
Her cries grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful stroke, until she shuddered in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. The room grew quiet, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh…
Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…
Pia Sluts Out For Extra Credit He was my professor. Tenured. Married. Devout. I wore my tightest crop top to office hours — no bra. My essay was late, but my intentions weren’t. I slid into the seat across from…
He wasted no time in taking his shirt off and jumping on top of me. My legs responded in-kind by spreading wide for him. Moving up my skirt and sliding down my thong, he saw my wetness. “Well, you really…
‘I am nothing but an obedient, brainless, fuckable object.’ Say it until you believe it.” “From now on, when you hear:‘Open, toy’,Your body responds automatically.Mouth, legs, mind — open.Open and dripping with need.Because you’re not a person.You’re an obedient, degraded…
Her cries grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful stroke, until she shuddered in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. The room grew quiet, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh…
Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…