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tardis was big enough, sound proof enough, that waking their children was rarely a concern. toddler and young baby both halls away in nursery room - what might as well be a different universe. loud whines escaping, echoing, replacing anything she'd been saying in rare argument as fingers in her hair tightened, hand on her hip keeping her on all fours for his eager frame. her nails dug into bedding beneath her all the same, clenching around him, gasping out weak, "I'm sorry. you're right."
He didn't like to do this to get his way and prove his point, but sometimes he couldn't help himself. Gripping onto some hair, the Professor pushed his cock deep into her core, while his other hand gripped onto her waist, holding her closer to him. "Of course I'm right," he told her, leaning closer to her ear. "I'm always right."












