Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

From the moment she realized the Professors intentions until she was in the gorgeous marbled bathroom, Jasmine felt as though she were in a dream. His deep voice guiding her into the room...slowly undressing her. His hands caressing her lightly after revealing his own mouthwatering frame to her. Naked he looked nothing like the Professor he was, no..he could be on one of those ads for boxers that were plastered everywhere. How did he keep this side of himself hidden from everyone? She continued to follow his lead, her mind and body encased in a cloud of passion so hot and thick she could scarcely breath. Small incoherent sounds of pleasure escaping from between her soft pink lips. Once he turned her into the warm flow of water, Jasmine lifted her face and let it wash a little of the leafs disorientating effects away. The Professor wasnt helping her gain control though and when she felt him step close...his lips kissing and biting the back of her neck, she didnt really want that control back at all. Lifting her hands and arching her back, she stretched out her body...her hips tilting up just enough that to let him know she was more than willing to continue. Her entire being was so sensitive at the moment that she could feel the drops of water sliding down her breasts and dripping from the peaks of her tight nipples. When the secretive and enticing man behind her continued his explorations, his hands sweeping up the slick surface of her body to cup and tease her aching breasts, Jasmine mewled with need, pressing into his grip and rocking her hips wantonly. She could feel the heavy pressure of his thick cock gliding along her soft folds. Each slow rock back and forth moved his unyielding shaft between her hot wet folds, puffy now with need and desire. His blunt mushroomed tip raked over her clit again and again causing her breath to catch in her throat and lifting her to her toes. Her sex was tingling and weeping with need. The scent of arousal heavy in the air even under the torrent of water. Jasmines hair was plastered to her skin, the wet mass tugging at her scalp when she looked back over her shoulder. Her dark brown eyes were clouded with intense lust, her fingers reaching down between their legs. Her small hand slipped under his heavy arousal and pressed him even tighter against her...she wanted more, needed to feel his length piercing the tight cavern of her sex even though she knew it would likely hurt this first time. At the moment she was beyond caring. She blushed a little, realizing that other than a short handshake or two, this was the first time she was touching him. They were moving fast, but she had no intention of stopping now...she wanted him too much to give this up. Please...dont stop Professor. I want you, need to feel you deep inside me The fiery licks of passion had Jaz burning out of control, moving her legs further apart she tilted his cock a little up just as she pushed back and he thrust forward. She felt the pressure of his girth stretching her open and her body shook. She was so wet and slick that despite the snugness of her channel around his length, he continued deeper until a sharp flash of pain exploded throughout her lower body, making her knees weak. When the pain slowly evaporated, she could feel the Professors cock bedded to the root deep within her core. Her walls quivered and trembled around his unrelenting presence, but now that the pain was leaving, the pleasure was back twofold. Gods, you feel so good Professor, I never expected it to be this good...it just makes me want you more..please dont stop now..