Does anyone else have random conversations during the middle..
Does anyone else have random conversations during the middle of sex? No? Just me? That’s what I thought 😅😅
2021-09-04 08:30:16 +0000 UTC View Post
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“Hey are you hungry?” @mister.panda ”actually I just ate.” “..
“Hey are you hungry?”
@mister.panda ”actually I just ate.”
“Perfect-Here is your dessert….”
The PornHub caption would be :Emma Fleur wakes up @mister.pa..
The PornHub caption would be :Emma Fleur wakes up @mister.panda with a sweet surprise!
2021-08-30 15:49:24 +0000 UTC View Post
I have a friend who is a professor at a local university who..
I have a friend who is a professor at a local university who also likes to write erotica. I asked her if she had anything that would work for today’s theme…
Hot for Teacher:
“Um, excuse me, professor?” The voice snapped me out my reverie and I took my gaze away from the shiny red apple sitting on the corner of my desk. I had to ask the student to repeat herself (again), and as I answered her question, I could’ve sworn that I heard the ghost of chuckle coming from one side of the room – his side of the room. I didn’t allow myself to look in his direction.
Never had I been so distracted during class until this dark-haired hunk joined my senior seminar, an elective course for students majoring in architecture. Now I found myself stumbling over well-rehearsed points in my lecture far too often… it’s difficult to keep my mind on design practices when it keeps wandering into forbidden fantasies. So today when he swept into class a minute before the hour with that smirk I loved and a bright crimson apple identical to the one in my dream last night, I knew I was in for a challenging class.
It was a blessing when the clock finally marked a quarter past and the students filed out, already chatting about their weekend plans. But of course, he wouldn’t let me off that easily… I recognized he hadn’t vacated the room with the others just 30 seconds before I realized he was perilously close to me. Close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Near enough that when he reached for the book on my desk and his arm brushed against my chest, I would have called it an accident if not for that faint grin.
“Can I help you take your things to your office, professor?” The question seemed innocent, but there was a certain suggestive lilt to his baritone voice, and his dark eyes danced, lingering on the top button of my dress before snapping up to catch my eye. “I wanted to ask you about extra credit opportunities...”
I nodded my assent, worried that if I said yes aloud, it would turn into the “Oh god, yes, yes,” that was the most prolific utterance in all my fantasies about him.
As I led him down the hall to my office, I rapidly became aware of the familiar sensation of my nipples tightening in anticipation, and I subtly loosened another button at the neck of my dress as I gestured for him to enter the cluttered room – my semi-private sanctuary, tucked into one corner of the building.
The door clicked closed – a casual violation of the unofficial “open door” policy that our Human Resources officer always mentioned during new faculty orientations – and then we were alone together for the first time. The normally-dull hum of background noise typical of the office suite suddenly seemed louder. The copier whined as someone printed off a lengthy document, and a phone rang somewhere down the hall. My student gently set my books and folders on my desk, but they seemed to come to rest with a bang.
I collected myself enough, finally, to speak: “Normally for extra credit we try to have students engage in extracurricular activities, something where they can put theory into practice as it were… I can offer some suggestions if you don’t have anything specific in mind.” Was that really my voice, so calm and collected? And, more importantly now, was that really my hand, drifting so close to his in order to straighten the papers that rested between us on the desk?
The shock of chemistry when my fingertips brushed his arm was undeniable. Rather than shying away, my casual gesture seemed to embolden us both as we each audibly sucked in a breath and edged a centimeter closer to one another.
“Well, professor, I really think I could benefit from some closer mentorship, if you have any research projects I could assist on…” he murmured.
My pulse climbed; I felt sure that he could hear my heart beating in my chest at this point. Before I could question it any further, I heard myself answering, “There is one theory that has been on my mind since the start of term; I could use some help but it would mean some long hours working one on one… how would you feel about that?”
His smooth “Perfect,” accompanied by the shift of his long fingers from the walnut desk to the neckline of my dress, was all the answer I needed.
It was hard to say for sure who initiated that first kiss; probably most accurately it was both of us, all at once. I was as acutely aware of the sound of footsteps down the hall outside as I was of how good his lips and tongue tasted… his mouth was sweet like apples and crisp, too, in the quick nip of his teeth into my lower lip as I stifled a moan.
Maybe it was that first taste of him that drove my curiosity for more, or maybe it was simply the fantasy that had played out countless times as I touched myself alone in my office after our weekly seminar. But as his fingers threaded into my hair, loosening the bun I had tossed it in that morning, I knew I wanted to taste more of him.
What followed was a delicious whirlwind of sensations that I will always savor. The brush of his lips behind my ear, a sigh against my breast, the tightening of his fingers in my hair, his tongue and teeth skating across both nipples, the wooden edge of the desk against my butt as his thigh pressed between mine… the rough office-grade carpet against my bare knees and his little gasp of surprise as I unzipped his jeans and met his member with my eager mouth.
Every time I taste an apple now, I feel that familiar rush in my nether regions and can’t help but grin around the flavor of the sweet fruit against my tongue. I’m already looking forward to our next extra credit session…
Gonna try to take some more photos today- any requests? (Ft..
Gonna try to take some more photos today- any requests?
(Ft @mister.panda’s hand)
I call our videos “in the moment chic” because most of the t..
I call our videos “in the moment chic” because most of the time we don’t plan these things out. Our sexy times start organically. I’m a morning person, so usually as I wake up, without doing my hair or makeup. We don’t plan for lighting, or angles, it’s raw, it’s real, it’s us.
Anyway, here’s some POV mixed with side table placement. Hopefully the angle is okay, it’s hard to get it right without disrupting the flow.
Hope you enjoy:)
@mister.panda
When we have the creek to ourselves ;) @mister.panda
When we have the creek to ourselves ;)
@mister.panda
More POV pussy worship 🙌🏻 @mister.panda
More POV pussy worship 🙌🏻
@mister.panda
A little bts bj leads to a little piv
A little bts bj leads to a little piv
2021-08-18 03:10:54 +0000 UTC View PostMy very first threesome. It started with a sleepover. My fri..
My very first threesome.
It started with a sleepover.
My friend and I went to her neighbors apartment for a drink.
One drink lead to two, two drinks lead to three and eventually we were kissing each other flashing her neighbor, taking each other’s clothes off and more…
At some point @mister.panda got invited to Mary’s apartment.
He and I went in while Mary was still at her neighbors apartment…
I took off my romper, threw it on the floor then laid back on her sofa with my legs spread wide.
Luke didn’t hesitate at the opportunity to eat my pussy.
When Mary returned to her apartment, she sat next to us on the couch.
I put my head on her lap and she started rubbing my body.
Next thing I know they’re both eating me out! Not only was this my first threshold, it was also my first time doing anything with a girl other than the occasional kiss or boob grab.
The two of them continued to eat me out. I lay on my back and start rubbing Mary through her shorts which were completely soaked at this point…
The night went on for another two hours with everyone taking turn being on the receiving end.
Here’s the only video I got from the entire night, eventually my phone fell to the floor and gets cut off. Hope you enjoy:)
I kissed a girl and I liked it…
I kissed a girl and I liked it…
2021-08-15 06:31:02 +0000 UTC View Post
