“I hate you,” she snarled, thrusting upward against my erection, a contradiction to the way her arms tried in vain to shove me away. “I hate the way you spar with me like I’m your equal when you’ll only ever see me as your student.” She wheezed, struggled, her words hardly coherent as she fought for breaths and leverage. “A prodigy you can whip into shape so you can place me on your mantel and appreciate me from afar.” “That’s where you belong.” I squeezed the globes of her ass until her legs loosened on a cracked moan and I tossed her flat on her back, towering over her, my hands flying out
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