Aiden sat on the edge of the single four-poster bed in Professor Mira Vale's private chamber, his long legs dangling casually off the side.
Mira straddled him sideways, her thick, fertile thighs draped over the edge of the bed so the glossy black stockings rubbed gently against his shins with every tiny shift of her body.
Her brown cape lay crumpled on the chair beside them like a forgotten flag of surrender. The white button-up shirt she had worn earlier hung completely open, the fabric parted wide enough to reveal the delicate white lace bra pulled up above her massive breasts. The soft, overflowing mounds rose and fell with every hurried breath, nipples stiff and rosy, barely contained by the thin lace.
