Bearly Passing: Saylor and Ryan Read Free

pool in her lower stomach. God, that man on top of her would be more than she ever imagined. He could probably throw her down and hold her with those beefy arms. Maybe she should run out there and beg that he have his way with her.
    She was wet now, embarrassingly. Saylor shifted, trying to ignore the need growing in her panties. But then, she let herself take in his penis.
    It was magnificent. It was long and thick, at least eight inches. Or, that's what she thought it looked like with her limited experience with cocks and the many yards between them. Even so, she never wanted to ride someone harder than she did with her... professor?
    Her nipples hardened. Suddenly, Saylor was overcome with tempting naughtiness. Jasmine was right, it was wrong to have feelings for your professor. Bad, even. This thought only exacerbated her wetness and the heated pooling between her thighs.
    Stifling a moan, Saylor slipped her hand down her body, rubbing herself through her jeans. She watched as Professor Ryan waded a little further into the lake, splashing water over his body. Her hips moved against her hand as she imagined running her tongue down his chest and the way his cock would feel in her hand. Her pussy practically radiated heat when he turned around, giving her a great view of his toned ass and back.
    She bit her lip as another moan threatened to escape. She imagined how it would feel to kiss him, let his hands wander over her body. He was so tall and sturdy, she knew he would be able to handle all of her womanly curves. Saylor slipped her free hand under her shirt and bra, tweaking a nipple. Her rubbing increased its urgency as she pictured Professor Ryan playing with her nipples and pressing his erection against her.
    The man turned to face the forest again, stretching his arms up so she got a good look at his cut body and his cock. Dark curls, just as unruly as the ones on his head, sprung up around his shaft. Saylor imagined how they would feel as she stroked him, were they soft or coarse?
    Saylor could hardly stand it anymore, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hands into her underwear. She rubbed and teased as she pictured the calloused, more experienced, hands of Professor Ryan on her. How would it feel if he teased her to the brink? Would he groan as he pushed his hard cock into her? Would he go down on her?
    Leaning her weight on the tree next to her, Saylor ran her fingers in tight circles around her clit. She could feel the rush of pleasure building up inside her. She imagined Ryan's mouth between her legs, sucking and flicking at her lips, her entrance, her clit, dark hair bobbing between her thighs. She imagined running her fingers through his hair and pulling,
    Saylor breathed hard, twisting and pulling on her nipples. Her fingers twisted and rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, carrying her closer and closer to relief. She imagined Ryan catching her, eyeing her up and down, then shoving her back against the tree. He would sense her need, rip of her clothes, and fuck her hard. He would bite her neck and suck on her nipples, grab her ass and hold her hard against the rough bark of the tree. He would fill her with his hard shaft and punish her for having such inappropriate thoughts about a teacher, pumped into her until the sun rose and she was left satisfied in the forest.
    Saylor came, body convulsing against the tree. She moaned as her toes curled, fingers getting in a few final rubs before the sensation became too much. Her orgasm rolled over her body in waves, lapping all her muscles calm and drawing her throbbing need back into her mind. She was relieved.
    When she opened her eyes Professor Paulson was looking right at her.
    Or, not at her exactly. In her general direction, but she was still protected by the cover of trees. Saylor froze, one hand down her pants and one hand under her shirt. What if he came over here? How could she go back to class? Oh god, this was a terrible idea.
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