I found myself in a professor's office, my fingers exploring my body's desires. As he entered, I was already lost in pleasure, my underwear discarded. We shared an intimate moment, our bodies entwined in ecstasy.
I, a mischievous novinha, found myself in the office of a distinguished professor from a federal university. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as I slowly undressed, revealing my most intimate desires. My fingers danced over my body, caressing every curve and crevice, lost in the throes of pleasure. The professor, a man of authority and knowledge, watched as I indulged in my own touch, his eyes burning with a primal hunger. His hands, experienced and skilled, joined in the dance, his fingers exploring every inch of my skin. The tension built, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of lust and desire. Our bodies moved in rhythm, our breaths hitching as we neared the edge. The professor's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, his expertise evident in every stroke. The climax was explosive, a testament to the raw, unfiltered passion that had consumed us. In the end, we were left breathless, our bodies spent and our desires fulfilled. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a memory that would forever be etched in our minds.
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