In the dimly lit confines of the library, the air thick with the scent of aging books and dust, a moment of unbridled passion unfolds. A whisper of fingers tracing the outline of a jawline, the soft catch of a breath, a heart racing with anticipation. The library, usually a sanctuary for quiet contemplation, transforms into a stage for an illicit affair. The professor's lips tangle with mine, his touch firm and knowing, leaving me gasping for more. He leads me to a secluded alcove, the darkness swallowing us whole. Our bodies entwine, every inch of his skin burning into mine, the library fading away as we lose ourselves in the bliss of our shared desire. The professor's caresses are a balm to my aching heart, his possessive groans setting my body ablaze. When it's over, I lie in his arms, spent and breathless, relishing in the memory of our stolen moment. But as the dawn breaks, a pang of regret sets in, the weight of our transgression heavy on my conscience. I wonder if I'll ever be able to forget the professor's big, powerful dick, the one that took my virginity and left me craving for more. In the dimly lit confines of the library, the air thick with the scent of aging books and dust, a moment of unbridled passion unfolds. A whisper of fingers tracing the outline of a jawline, the soft catch of a breath, a heart racing with anticipation. The library, usually a sanctuary for quiet contemplation, transforms into a stage for an illicit affair. The professor's lips tangle with mine, his touch firm and knowing, leaving me gasping for more. He leads me to a secluded alcove, the darkness swallowing us whole. Our bodies entwine, every inch of his skin burning into mine, the library fading away as we lose ourselves in the bliss of our shared desire. The professor's caresses are a balm to my aching heart, his possessive groans setting my body ablaze. My thoughts raced as I looked into his green eyes. Even now, the burning desire that he ignited in me had not fully dissipated, but I recognized the flicker of shame in his gaze. He had taken my virginity, and I had let him, but now I questioned if it was right for us to proceed further. When it's over, I lie in his arms, spent and breathless, relishing in the memory of our stolen moment. But as the dawn breaks, a pang of regret sets in, the weight of our transgression heavy on my conscience. I wonder if I'll ever be able to forget the professor's big, powerful dick, the one that took my virginity and left me craving for more.