Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The ballet academy's star student found herself in an unexpectedly intimate tutoring session at her instructor's villa...
"Professor...the door," I gasped, my voice trembling as I realized it remained unlocked.
Perched on the balcony railing of the two-story home, my flexible dancer's body stretched into a precarious split, legs splayed across the metal bars at uneven heights. My white instructor's powerful frame loomed behind me, one large hand gripping my slender neck with just enough pressure to make my pulse race.
"Mmm...ah..."
Heat flooded my cheeks as involuntary moans slipped past my lips. The evening breeze teased my bare skin, a stark reminder that in my rush to make our private lesson, I'd forgotten crucial undergarments beneath my borrowed bikini.
As Royal Ballet Academy's newest "it girl," my delicate features and graceful presence had quickly made me campus royalty. But nothing in my dance training prepared me for this moment.
The flimsy thong dug uncomfortably between my thighs with every slight movement, while my unrestrained curves bounced freely with each adjustment of my position. My professor's towering form pressed closer, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.
"Wider," he commanded, voice rough. "Open those legs wider."
I couldn't help but notice how his sweat-slicked torso gleamed in the fading light - those sculpted pecs and abs leading down to an unmistakable, straining bulge beneath his loose pants. My throat went dry. The whispers about Western men's...generous proportions weren't exaggerated. Even through fabric, the impressive outline made foreign women's enthusiasm suddenly very understandable.
Just as my gaze lingered too long, thick fingers invaded my mouth without warning, their musky taste overwhelming as they explored deep...
"Professor...the door," I gasped, my voice trembling as I realized it remained unlocked.
Perched on the balcony railing of the two-story home, my flexible dancer's body stretched into a precarious split, legs splayed across the metal bars at uneven heights. My white instructor's powerful frame loomed behind me, one large hand gripping my slender neck with just enough pressure to make my pulse race.
"Mmm...ah..."
Heat flooded my cheeks as involuntary moans slipped past my lips. The evening breeze teased my bare skin, a stark reminder that in my rush to make our private lesson, I'd forgotten crucial undergarments beneath my borrowed bikini.
As Royal Ballet Academy's newest "it girl," my delicate features and graceful presence had quickly made me campus royalty. But nothing in my dance training prepared me for this moment.
The flimsy thong dug uncomfortably between my thighs with every slight movement, while my unrestrained curves bounced freely with each adjustment of my position. My professor's towering form pressed closer, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.
"Wider," he commanded, voice rough. "Open those legs wider."
I couldn't help but notice how his sweat-slicked torso gleamed in the fading light - those sculpted pecs and abs leading down to an unmistakable, straining bulge beneath his loose pants. My throat went dry. The whispers about Western men's...generous proportions weren't exaggerated. Even through fabric, the impressive outline made foreign women's enthusiasm suddenly very understandable.
Just as my gaze lingered too long, thick fingers invaded my mouth without warning, their musky taste overwhelming as they explored deep...
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