I grabbed my cock. The head, dark and flushed, found her entrance. The lips of her pussy, slick with arousal, parted around it like a mouth opening. I pushed.
She was tight. Tighter than Sofia, tighter than Seraphina, tighter than anyone I'd had in this world. The walls gripped the head like a fist, and I had to push harder to get past the first inch. She gasped. Her hands found the sheets and gripped, knuckles white.
"Your pussy is still tight," I said. "Even after eight times."
"Professor, don't say that—"
I slammed.
My hips drove forward. The full length of my cock buried itself in her with one stroke—ten inches, base to tip, no pause, no mercy, no adjustment period. The head hit her cervix and she screamed. Her back arched off the bed. Her breasts, small and firm, swung upward with the force. Her eyes rolled back, showing white.
"AAAH—!! PROFESSOR—!!"
