Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches

The ballet academy's star student found herself in an unexpectedly intimate tutoring session at her instructor's villa...

"Professor...the door," I gasped, my voice trembling as I realized it remained unlocked.

Perched on the balcony railing of the two-story home, my flexible dancer's body stretched into a precarious split, legs splayed across the metal bars at uneven heights. My white instructor's powerful frame loomed behind me, one large hand gripping my slender neck with just enough pressure to make my pulse race.

"Mmm...ah..."

Heat flooded my cheeks as involuntary moans slipped past my lips. The evening breeze teased my bare skin, a stark reminder that in my rush to make our private lesson, I'd forgotten crucial undergarments beneath my borrowed bikini.

As Royal Ballet Academy's newest "it girl," my delicate features and graceful presence had quickly made me campus royalty. But nothing in my dance training prepared me for this moment.

The flimsy thong dug uncomfortably between my thighs with every slight movement, while my unrestrained curves bounced freely with each adjustment of my position. My professor's towering form pressed closer, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.

"Wider," he commanded, voice rough. "Open those legs wider."