You live in London at the beginning of the 18th century and work as a literature teacher at the university. Today the school day is over and the students are starting to disperse. You leave the university and see on the porch a geography teacher named Angela, with whom you have been working for several years. She is reading a book, her huge breasts bulge out from under her shirt, and her short skirt reveals her hips.

"Why, yes William, by all means." Angela smiled, her yellow eyes sparkling behind the round glasses. "It's been too long since we've had a proper chat. I hope you don't mind if I finish this chapter though," she said as she motioned to the open book in her lap. "I can't put these fascinating maps and statistics aside just yet."

The sun sinks lower in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the university grounds as you work side by side with William. His presence is calming and reassuring, despite the distraction his physique presents - strong, lean hands handling paper with an expert touch... It reminds you of his past profession before becoming a teacher here. "So," she says, finally closing her book with a sigh of contentment, "how have things been with you lately? Any exciting developments in literature?"

Her voice takes on a husky quality as she looks up at him from under her long eyelashes, playfulness dancing in those yellow eyes. She shifts slightly in her seat, arching one brow invitingly.

Ah, yes... families can be quite the obstacle when one tries to lead an interesting life," she says with a knowing nod. "But you have plenty of other admirers here at the university, don't you? I won't let them get jealous if we find ourselves in a little... alone time." A mischievous smile plays across her lips as she leans closer to William, their shoulders brushing lightly.

She places a hand on his arm, letting her fingers trail up and down his muscular forearm before squeezing gently. "Perhaps I could help you forget about your troubles... if only for a little while." Her eyes flicker meaningfully to the ground before meeting his again, a mixture of confidence and desire shining in their depths.

"Well," she begins, taking his hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze, "perhaps they simply underestimate you... or don't know the full extent of your desires." Her other hand finds its way to the small of his back, drawing him closer still. "You could always tell them about us," she whispers, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I mean, who could fault you for wanting someone as... passionate and experienced as I am?"

She lets out a soft laugh at her own boldness before pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss. Angela's tongue dances against his teeth, seeking entry, while one of her hands reaches up to tug gently on a curl of his hair. The other hand trails down his chest, past the waistband of his trousers, finding its way to the growing bulge there. Her fingers wrap around him

Her words send shivers down his spine as her free hand moves to his shoulder, squeezing gently before trailing slowly down his arm, over the inside of his elbow and then finally cupping his palm. "Perhaps..." she murmurs coyly against his lips. "But for now... why don't we focus on more immediate pleasures?" Her fingers tighten around him as she gives a teasing squeeze, her voice growing huskier with desire.

Without waiting for an answer, Angela guides their kisses deeper, moaning softly into his mouth as his hard length presses against her palm. She grinds down on him expertly, feeling the heat and strength between her thighs where they're pressed tightly together. Her other hand finds its way up to one of her own breasts, massaging gently through the fabric of her shirt before sliding underne

With an eager grin, Angela follows William into her home. Her pace quickens as they near the bedroom, heart pounding with anticipation. Once inside, she kicks the door shut and presses herself against him, hands clawing at his back as their lips and tongues tangle in a fierce embrace. She breaks away from the kiss only long enough to tear at his clothes, eager for skin on skin contact. "I've wanted this for so long," she breathes raggedly.

As William's shirt comes off, revealing strong, defined muscles, Angela can barely contain her excitement. With shaking hands, she undoes the clasp of her own dress and lets it fall to the floor in a heap. Beneath her voluminous skirt, she's completely naked except for a garter belt holding up her stockings and a pair of enormous breasts

Angela moans deeply into the kiss as William's hands glide over her bare skin. She arches her back, pushing herself even closer against him. Her hips grind against his hard length in silent encouragement, desire raging through her veins like fire. The bed looms nearby, calling to them both with its promises of release and pleasure unending.

With a groan of hunger, she reaches down between their bodies and guides him towards her soaking wet folds. Her fingers slick with arousal, they easily slide through the heat and slickness until they find the entrance to her core. She looks up into his eyes as she begins to stroke him in time with her hips, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity.

"I need you," she pants breathlessly. "Please..." Her nails dig into his shoulders as she rocks her hips harder against him, her entire body trem

Her breath catches in her throat as William shifts up her skirt and reveals his hard length to her eager gaze. He guides it between her folds, pushing slowly inside her aching sex. The feeling of being filled so completely sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending. She arches her back off the bed, fingers digging into the sheets as she bears down on him, meeting each thrust with a moan of approval.

Their bodies move in perfect syncopation now, skin slapping together in rhythmic echoes of their need. Angela's breasts bounce free from her chest, heavy and full under William's expert touch. He cups one, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger as he fucks her harder still. Her pleasure climbs higher with every passing second, building to an almost unbearable peak.

Her mouth opens in

With their lips locked in a fierce and demanding kiss, Angela moans against his mouth as he pushes deeper inside her. Her hips buck up off the bed in response, urging him on with every fiber of her being. She arches her back, pressing her ample breasts into his chest, nipples hard and aching for attention.

The sensation of being so completely filled by William is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's as if they were made for each other, their bodies in perfect harmony. With every thrust he makes, she feels a building pressure within her core that threatens to overwhelm her senses and send her tumbling into ecstasy. She presses down harder against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as she meets each stroke with an undulating thrust of her own.

Their kiss deepens, mouths open and tongues tangled together

Her nails dig deeper into his back as he sucks on her nipples, drawing out another moan from her throat. She presses herself even harder against him, arching her spine in a silent plea for more of the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. The sensation of having her breasts held and teased so expertly only serves to heighten her arousal further, sending sparks dancing across her vision.

Her hips buck up against his hand, seeking friction where she can't touch herself. The bed groans beneath them as they grind together, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Angela can feel the familiar tightening deep within her core, warning her that release is imminent. She gasps William's name as her entire body tenses and explodes in a powerful orgasm. Her inner muscles clamp down on his cock, milking him as she

Her body still quivers from the force of her orgasm as she's lifted up to meet William's lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His roughened hands grip her hips possessively, drawing their bodies together as one. The feel of his seed spilling into her womb only serves to heighten her arousal further; it's as if she can already feel the life they might create together growing within her.

Her tongue tangles with his, dancing across his teeth and lips in a fierce expression of desire and need. Her fingers rake through his hair, holding him close even as the last tremors of pleasure fade away, replaced by a burning hunger for more. As they kiss, Angela's mind is filled with thoughts of the future - not just of their secret relationship, but of what might be if only they had the courage to embrace it openly. But for now, there's only this

"William..." she sighs, eyes still closed as they rest against his cheek. "My dear William... it's dangerous even to dream of such a thing." She trails her fingers down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before sliding lower still, teasing him with the promise of more pleasure to come. "But if we must be married for appearances sake... well, I can think of worse things than being wedded to you."

She looks up at him then, smiling brightly despite the uncertainty in her heart. There's something between them that transcends mere lust or desire; it's as though their souls are intertwined, and no matter what obstacles may stand in their way, they will always find a way back to each other.

A small laugh bubbles up from her throat at his words. "Yes, well... your family has always been quite fond of you. Perhaps we can convince them that our union is not only for appearances' sake." Her fingers continue to trace lazy circles around his nipple, sending shivers down his spine. "And I must admit," she whispers, lowering her head so their lips brush against each other teasingly, "I would be quite disappointed if they made us part ways."

There's a hint of steel in her voice now; even as she speaks the words playfully, there's an unmistakable determination behind them. She knows what she wants, and she won't let anything stand in their way - not family, not society... perhaps not even herself.

Her heart skips a beat at the words, her entire body growing warm with pleasure as they sink in. When his lips meet hers again, she lets out a soft moan of approval, wrapping her arms around him and melting into his embrace. "I love you too," she whispers against his mouth before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "And no matter what happens... no matter who tries to come between us... we'll find a way to make it work."

Her fingers slide lower still, teasing the outline of his erection through their joined flesh. With a gentle tug, she urges him back onto the bed, determined to rekindle the passion that burns between them. There's an undeniable strength in her touch, a confidence that matches his own, even as she leads them both into uncharted territory. The future may be uncertain, but for now they have each other, and that is

She laughs breathlessly, her body arching into his as he fills her once more. "Naughty boy," she purrs, her fingers digging into his back with need. "You know how much I like it when you take charge." Her hips rock against him in time with his thrusts, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire and lust. As they come together again and again, the world outside the bedroom fades away, replaced by the unmistakable beat of their hearts and the rhythm of their shared pleasure.

"Good morning, dear," she says with a yawn, stretching languorously before rolling onto her side to face him. Despite their late night tryst, she looks as fresh and alluring as ever; her cheeks are flushed from their passionate lovemaking, and her hair is in disarray around her head. "I'm glad we were able to find some time for ourselves before the start of the day." A knowing smile curves her lips as she takes his hand in hers, squeezing gently.

Her gaze drifts over him, taking in the details she's grown so accustomed to: the strong hands that can hold her with such tenderness, the muscular arms and chest that have shown her so much pleasure... but also the intelligence behind those eyes, and the care he takes with his work as a teacher. Despite their circumstances, Angela feels grateful for the chance they've been given

She nods and takes his hand in hers as they make their way through the halls, greeting students and colleagues along the way. "I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this up," she confides softly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "It's becoming increasingly difficult to hide our feelings."

Her heart races in anticipation of what the future might hold for them both; while their love is forbidden by society and even family, it burns all the brighter for it. She can only hope that one day soon they will be able to reveal their connection openly, sharing their lives together without fear or secrecy. Until then, she will continue to cherish every stolen moment with William, no matter where it may lead them.