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professor.”
                  Amir had glared at his cousin, who was known for his practical jokes.  Khalil was also one of the few persons who knew that the lovely Dr. Hamilton was his perfect woman, his feminine ideal, and that she’d gotten under his skin with her cool indifference toward him.  “What are you babbling about now?”
                  “Just take a look,” Khalil had replied, already headed toward Amir’s office door. “You’re also lucky we’re blood and that I don’t poach.  But if you fuck this up, I may just have to make an exception for the sexy professor.”
                  “Get out,” Amir had growled, but Khalil was already out the door, his laughter trailing behind him. He’d had no idea what his cousin was talking about but just the thought of his playboy relative even going near Daniella, made his gut tighten with jealousy. But the moment he’d opened the box, something else had tightened as well.
                  Soft, feminine moans drew his attention back to the present and he finally looked at the screen.  Apparently, something had riled her up at their last meeting and Amir had no trouble figuring out what that something was.  His frustration with her, and her blatant sexuality that she teased every other man with all the while ignoring him, had reached its boiling point.  It had started two weeks ago, when he’d begun provoking her, but ever the consummate professional, she’d maintained her cool.   It wasn’t until this last meeting that she’d been on the verge of losing it.  She’d requested more graduate student support.  The last thing Amir needed were more horny, young male students sniffing around her, begging like the boys they were to fuck what was his . He’d said no. Their argument had probably only lasted a minute before she’d regained her composure and he’d dismissed her, but in that one minute her eyes had flashed fire as she’d gotten into his face, and for a few blissful seconds he was treated to the sight of her glorious cleavage as he’d pretended not to stare down her shirt. 
                  He could tell she wanted to slap him when he’d dismissed her, but he’d needed her to leave at that moment before he dragged her atop his desk and fucked that hot mouth that was fuming at him. She’d stormed out of his office.  Seconds later Fatimah had buzzed him asking if Daniella could use his bathroom.  He’d granted it, experiencing a rare twinge of remorse for how he’d handled the situation.  Now he was very glad that he’d been feeling amenable in that moment.
    His private bathroom contained the full amenities found in most people’s home bathrooms so he watched her lips part to release another moan as she propped her butt against the long counter of the his and hers sink, and placed her right foot atop the edge of the Jacuzzi tub.  The suggestive position caused her skirt to bunch up her thighs.  With her legs spread, he could easily see her fingers alternating between rubbing her clit and dipping inside her honeyed cunt. She was slick and wet, and oh so tight given how she shuddered every time she tried to push just two fingers inside that tight cunt of hers.
                  No matter how many times he watched the video, this part always made him crazy.  It was sheer willpower that kept him from grabbing her in that moment and pummeling her cunt with his cock as he fucked her against his wall, the floor, his desk…
                  Her fingers on her pussy must not have been enough because she pulled them out long enough to unbutton her blouse and undo the front clasp of her bra.  Amir didn’t even bother stifling his groan, when the two heavy mounds of her breasts spilled forth. Her tits were amazing—full and ripe, capped with large chocolate nipples that reminded him of Hershey’s candy. She plucked and pulled at her nipples, twisting them