“I’ve never seen one before. It’s beautiful,” she cooed.Shelley continued to squeeze and stroke it while kissing me. Her kisses ran down my ...chest to my mid-section. She lifted her head and just stared at my rigid cock. I could feel her breath as she panted on my dick.“It’s amazing. The way it moves and twitches. When you breathe in it moves up a bit.”Then IT happened. Shelley opened her mouth and descended upon my waiting cock. As she closed her lips around it she let out a low moan. . She hit refresh on her computer, ?811 readers? it now said. The woman smiled.She then raced to her email, surely her readers had sent her messages, surely someone had sent an email to tell her they enjoyed the work. Certainly my readers have found me, the woman reasoned.No messages.The next morning, 2,500 readers. Five days later 7,000 readers. They seemed to be reading her story with great interest and yet her inbox remained empty and she remained totally unfulfilled.It tortured her greatly. “It’s okay. Just do what you need to, here.”Then I went back to trying to coax a second orgasm out of Hannah.I suspect that if this lovemaking session had been short and very sweet, like our previous ones had been, that Harper would have been able to ride it out pretty comfortably. By that I mean things would have been over before she got too worked up. But that wasn’t my plan, this time. This time I wanted to hear Hannah tell me I had to stop because she couldn’t breathe, or something similar.. She lets out a loud moan that proves to him that she is enjoying every minute of his touch. Professor Belford fingers her until she is bucking out of control with ecstasy. She moans and cries at the overwhelming pleasure he is giving her. Such an unexpected delight. Who is Professor Belford to complain? The students in class heat up with arousal as they watch, they cannot take their eyes off the couple in front of them. Each student squirms in their seats as their most primal emotions take.