Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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"Jesus, you're soaked. You're gonna ruin my damn floor."
The heavy, masculine scent of him filled my lungs—musky, intoxicating. His rough hands, salt-kissed from sweat, worked me over until drool spilled down my chin in a steady, shameless rhythm. Up and down. Relentless.
"P-Professor... I didn't mean—" My voice cracked, caught between pleasure and something dangerously close to fear.
"Spare me the excuses. You wreck my floor, you pay for it. This isn't some cheap laminate."
"But I... I can't afford—"
A slow, predatory grin spread across Professor Michael Lowell's sharp features. "No money? Fine. I'll collect my interest another way."
Before I could protest, his free hand closed over my breast, fingers digging in with a cruel twist.
"Look at you—flushed, swollen, dripping like this. You're practically asking for it."
I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes, but it only made him rougher. He bent down, dragging his teeth over a stiffened nipple.
"Ah—! P-Professor... stop... please..."
Lightning shot straight between my legs, my vision swimming like my body wasn't my own anymore.
He bit down—hard—then laughed, dark and satisfied.
"Who knew a little thing like you could be this stacked? Tell me the truth—you paying for these?"
My face burned. "N-no! They're real!"
He snorted, fingers slipping past my collar, exploring lower.
Every touch burned. Every graze of his skin against mine sent sparks through me, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my legs buckling as I slumped against him.
"More... Professor... please..."
The heavy, masculine scent of him filled my lungs—musky, intoxicating. His rough hands, salt-kissed from sweat, worked me over until drool spilled down my chin in a steady, shameless rhythm. Up and down. Relentless.
"P-Professor... I didn't mean—" My voice cracked, caught between pleasure and something dangerously close to fear.
"Spare me the excuses. You wreck my floor, you pay for it. This isn't some cheap laminate."
"But I... I can't afford—"
A slow, predatory grin spread across Professor Michael Lowell's sharp features. "No money? Fine. I'll collect my interest another way."
Before I could protest, his free hand closed over my breast, fingers digging in with a cruel twist.
"Look at you—flushed, swollen, dripping like this. You're practically asking for it."
I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes, but it only made him rougher. He bent down, dragging his teeth over a stiffened nipple.
"Ah—! P-Professor... stop... please..."
Lightning shot straight between my legs, my vision swimming like my body wasn't my own anymore.
He bit down—hard—then laughed, dark and satisfied.
"Who knew a little thing like you could be this stacked? Tell me the truth—you paying for these?"
My face burned. "N-no! They're real!"
He snorted, fingers slipping past my collar, exploring lower.
Every touch burned. Every graze of his skin against mine sent sparks through me, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my legs buckling as I slumped against him.
"More... Professor... please..."
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