When his fingers resume their sweet caresses, my entire body relaxes once more. This is what I came for. Pleasure under the professor’s command. He rubs back and forth, back and forth, running his fingers up and down my sex, only pausing to circle my clit. I curl my toes and groan at the patience in his touch. Men my age would rub me fast and hard and raw until they’d desensitized the entire area. Not the professor, who knows exactly how to draw out my pleasure. I could enjoy a lifetime of this slow, exquisite torture. Just as my breath quickens with the first stirrings of an orgasm, he
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