The next lecture began exactly on time. Kabir stood at the podium in his crisp black suit, tie loosened just enough to look effortlessly commanding, but his mind was anything but calm. Last night’s session in the private study still burned in his blood, Amber’s massive breasts slick with saliva and his cum, her huge amber eyes locked on his while she deep throated him to the root, her trained throat milking every drop exactly as he had dreamed for months before ever meeting her.
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