The late afternoon sun, a bruised orange bleeding into the indigo sky, cast long shadows across the hallowed halls of the Academy. Dust motes danced in the slanting beams, illuminating the hushed quiet that usually settled after the day's lessons. But today, a different kind of silence hummed in the air, a charged anticipation that clung to the very stones of the building. Lunia Aden, her crimson robes a stark contrast to the muted tones of her private study, stood by the tall, arched window, her gaze fixed on the retreating figure of her most promising, and most troublesome, student.

Her heart thrummed a restless rhythm against her ribs, a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving. He was no longer just a student, not to her. The lines had blurred, smudged by shared late nights poring over ancient texts, by stolen glances that held an intensity far beyond academic curiosity, and by the undeniable, potent pull that had grown between them. He, with his audacious spirit and his uncanny knack for unraveling the very fabric of their world, had become an obsession. And she, Lunia Aden, a woman accustomed to control, found herself willingly surrendering to its intoxicating sway.

She recalled the first time he had truly captured her attention. Not for his intellect, though that was formidable, but for the sheer audacity of his gaze, a direct challenge to her authority, yet laced with an admiration that had made her breath catch. He saw through her polished facade, through the years of carefully constructed composure, and glimpsed the woman beneath. And she, in turn, saw in him a fire that mirrored her own, a yearning for something more than the prescribed path of the Academy, something wilder, something *real*.

Tonight, the air was thick with unspoken desires. The approaching twilight seemed to mirror the darkening of their established boundaries. He had stayed late, ostensibly to review a particularly complex spellwork, but the charged atmosphere between them had spoken volumes. The flicker of his eyes, the subtle shift of his posture, the way his breath hitched when their hands brushed – these were the signals she had learned to read, signals that ignited a fire within her that no amount of academic rigor could ever extinguish.

Lunia turned from the window, her fingers tracing the cool, polished surface of her desk. Her thoughts drifted back to their last clandestine meeting, a moment etched into her memory with vivid clarity. The flickering candlelight had cast dancing shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp planes of his jaw and the intensity of his eyes. He had been standing impossibly close, the scent of him – a unique blend of old parchment, arcane energies, and a hint of something uniquely male – filling her senses.

He had reached out then, his hand hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently cupping her cheek. The touch, so unexpected yet so deeply desired, had sent a tremor through her entire being. His thumb had stroked her skin with a tenderness that belied his usual audacious demeanor, and her breath had hitched. “Lunia,” he had whispered, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within her. “I… I can’t pretend anymore.”

Her own voice had been a mere rustle of silk. “Pretend what?” she had managed, her gaze locked with his, each word a tightrope walk over an abyss of unspoken passion. She knew, of course, what he was confessing, what she had been denying to herself for so long. The Academy’s strictures, the societal expectations, her own carefully guarded heart – they all paled in comparison to the raw, elemental force that was drawing them together.

His eyes had darkened, a delicious inferno igniting within them. “Pretend that I don’t see you, Lunia. That I don’t *want* you. That this… this isn’t pulling me apart.” He had leaned in then, his forehead pressing against hers, their breaths mingling, heavy with unspoken promises. The air had crackled with an almost palpable energy, the world outside their small, intimate space ceasing to exist.

And then, his lips had found hers. It wasn't a hesitant kiss, but a claim. A desperate, fervent kiss that spoke of pent-up longing, of stolen moments and suppressed desires. Lunia had melted into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, then to the strong column of his neck, pulling him closer. His kiss deepened, becoming more demanding, more consuming, a language of pure sensation that bypassed all words, all logic.

His hands, bold and yet surprisingly gentle, had begun to explore. They traced the curve of her waist, then slid upwards, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of her robes. When his touch finally met the generous swell of her breasts, a gasp escaped her lips. The sheer size and firmness of them felt both foreign and thrilling beneath his expert caress. He lingered there, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down her spine, his gaze never leaving her face, as if memorizing every subtle reaction.

“You are magnificent, Lunia,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration, his fingers teasing the peak of her nipple through the layers of her clothing. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, exquisite ache that made her arch into his touch. He continued his ministrations, his hands growing bolder, his touch becoming more intimate, his thumbs gliding over the very center of her desire, coaxing a groan from her lips.

Lunia’s own hands, guided by an instinct she hadn't known she possessed, moved to the fastenings of his tunic, eager to explore the warmth and power of his body. The cool air against his skin was a shock, followed by the exquisite sensation of her fingertips tracing the firm contours of his chest, the muscles rippling beneath her touch. He groaned at her boldness, his grip tightening, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, only the frantic beat of their hearts against one another.

He broke their kiss, his eyes blazing with a primal fire. “I want to see you, Lunia,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “All of you.”

Hesitation warred with an overwhelming need. But the way he looked at her, the raw vulnerability and yearning in his gaze, dissolved any remaining reservations. With trembling fingers, Lunia began to unfasten her robes, each movement deliberate, sensual, a prelude to the unveiling. The heavy fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing the pale expanse of her skin, the elegant curve of her collarbones, and the magnificent, heavy fullness of her breasts. They spilled forth, taut and ripe, drawing his awestruck gaze.

His breath hitched audibly. “My god,” he whispered, his eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he gently cupped one of her breasts, his thumb stroking the swollen nipple. Lunia closed her eyes, a wave of pure bliss washing over her. His touch was reverent, yet possessive, an intoxicating combination that sent jolts of pleasure through her.

He then lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive flesh. Lunia cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue teased and suckled her nipple, drawing it into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that made her knees weak. His mouth worked its magic, alternating between gentle licks and firm tugs, igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She arched her back, offering herself more completely, her moan a soft melody of surrender.

He moved to the other breast, his attention just as focused, just as devoted. Lunia gasped as she felt the intoxicating pleasure of his mouth on her, her body responding with an urgency that surprised even herself. She had spent years honing her intellect, mastering arcane arts, but this… this raw, physical intimacy was a revelation, a deeper magic than any spell she had ever cast.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips red and swollen, his eyes were burning with an unholy light. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and in that gaze, Lunia saw not just desire, but a profound adoration. “You are perfection,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He then began to undo the fastenings of his own robes, revealing a body honed by rigorous training, lean and powerful, his skin dusted with a fine sheen of sweat.

He reached for her again, his hands now bolder, exploring the curve of her hip, then sliding lower, tracing the swell of her belly, until his fingers brushed against the delicate lace of her undergarments. Lunia’s breath hitched, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. He paused, his gaze flicking up to meet hers, a silent question. Lunia nodded, her heart hammering in her chest, her desire eclipsing any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he removed the lace, revealing the lush, dark femininity that had become the focus of his obsession. Her skin was soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the firm flesh of her breasts. His fingers traced the delicate folds, his touch sending ripples of exquisite sensation through her. Lunia whimpered, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the floor.

His gaze was intense, a predator’s focus mixed with a lover’s devotion. He lowered his head, his lips finding the most sensitive spot, the place that had been aching for his touch. Lunia cried out, her hands clutching his head, pulling him deeper. His tongue was an expert instrument, teasing and exploring, awakening a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged within her. Lunia felt a powerful, building pressure, a force gathering within her that threatened to consume her. She moaned his name, her body trembling, her entire being focused on the exquisite torment he was inflicting. And then, with a final, desperate surge, the climax ripped through her, a wave of pure ecstasy that left her breathless and weak, clinging to him as the aftershocks subsided.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow, his lips slick and moist. “You are mine, Lunia,” he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. He then rose, his powerful form silhouetted against the fading light. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her full breasts, the curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, before returning to her face, a look of profound adoration in their depths.

“And you, my professor,” he said, his voice now firm and confident, “are about to receive a lesson you will never forget.”

He gently guided her towards the plush rug near the fireplace, the embers glowing softly, casting a warm, inviting light. He laid her down with an almost reverent tenderness, his body hovering over hers. Lunia, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier intimacy, met his gaze, her own filled with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to worship every inch of you, Lunia,” he breathed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers of excitement through her. His hands began to explore her again, his touch light and teasing, igniting a fresh wave of arousal.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, his touch growing bolder as he explored the silken skin of her inner thighs. Lunia gasped, her body instinctively parting for him, her hips arching off the rug. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Lunia nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her desire overriding any lingering apprehension.

With a soft sigh, he began to remove the last vestiges of her clothing, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch a caress. Her robes fell away, revealing the full, glorious expanse of her body, her breasts like ripe fruit, her belly soft and inviting, her hips gently rounded. His eyes, wide with adoration, drank in the sight. “Magnificent,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the soft, dark curls between her thighs. He reached out, his fingers gently parting the delicate folds. Lunia whimpered as his touch, so tender yet so bold, sent waves of exquisite pleasure through her. His tongue found the most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue dancing over her, igniting a firestorm that raged