Miss Silvia's breath came faster now, fogging the lenses of her glasses, the fabric of her jacket straining with each rise and fall of her chest.
Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, but his hand wedged between them, prying them apart bit by bit with gentle insistence, the heat building between them like a slow-burning fire.
"Why stop," Lor murmured, his lips brushing her flushed cheek, the stubble on his jaw grazing her soft skin, "when it's the truth?"
Her body was trembling fully now, her voice reduced to a whisper, thick with need. "…You're going to ruin me."
Lor's cock ached with the promise of it, a deep, insistent throb that mirrored the hunger in his eyes. "That's the idea."
The air in the room thickened with heat, every second stretching taut.
Lor didn't give her time to gather second thoughts, didn't let the air settle long enough for doubt to creep in.
He surged forward, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that left no room for hesitation.
