Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
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Walking down the hallway and into the bedroom with my bag, I ask Emily, "So, do you have a plan for our date?" I set my duffle bag down on the floor, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. The whole place is decorated like a cliche beach house, where everything is beach themed.
She walks into the bedroom right behind me and tosses her bag next to mine. "I do. We have a dinner reservation tonight at 7:30. But first, how about we grab some blankets and go sit on the beach to watch the sun set," she replies, stepping in front of me. She leans over, placing her hands on my knees and giving me the perfect view down her shirt.
Emily hooks her finger under my chin, forcing me to look her in the eye. "My eyes are up here."
My cheeks heat up and I smile, "Yes, ma'am."
I watch her eyes darken and her eyebrows slightly raise. Reaching up, I grab her face and pull towards me and press my lips to hers.
She pushes me further back onto the bed and straddles my lap. My hands instinctively go to grip her hips. I pull away for a second, my lungs aching for air. "What about the beach?" I ask her.
"The beach will still be there when I'm finished with you," she says, pulling the hair tie out of her hair.
Emily slides her hands under my sweatshirt, as I sit up to let her take it off, exposing my titties. I watch her eyes rake down my chest and see her notice the splotchy yellow bruise wrapped around the side of my chest from having it kicked in. Watching the giant bruise heal over the past few weeks was an interesting journey.
Emily furrows her brow and runs her fingers over the almost healed bruise, then looks at me. I nod my head, "I promise you, I'm fine."
She wraps her mouth around one of my nipples and twists the other between her fingers. I let out a deep hum, running my fingers through her dark, silky hair.
Wrapping my hand around her hips, I slide my hands underneath her shirt. She pulls away and lifts her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side and exposing her black bra.
Emily attaches her lips to my body again, moving down to the waistband of my sweatpants. I lift my hips, allowing her to pull them off, along with my underwear. She starts to kiss the inside of my thigh, leaving little marks as she goes. "You're so wet, Angel, and just for me," she mutters.
I lay back on the bed, as she licks a stripe up my slit. "Oh, my god," I groan.
She wraps her lips around my clit and starts flicking her tongue as she starts to slowly insert her middle finger. I let out a breathy moan, arching my back from the ecstasy my body is feeling.
Emily adds another finger and begins to pump them. I grab a fist full of the comforter and squeeze my eyes shut. "Don't stop, Em. You feel so good," I breathe, pushing my head back into the bed. My body feels like it's on fire from the pleasure.
