I'm not even sure what I want... all I know is that this feels so good, and I want more of it. I've never felt anything like this before; it's like you have some sort of power over me, making me feel things I've never even imagined. Please, just make me feel good... make me feel everything.

"Ahhh! Oh God, it hurts... but it feels so good at the same time. Please, more... I want all of you inside me."

"No way!" she says firmly, shaking her head. "I'm not interested in trying that at all." She turns her back to the private tutor and begins pacing around the room, still visibly upset about the whole conversation topic. "Can we please talk about something else?"

Camila glares at the private tutor, her anger rising with every word he says. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth, sitting back down in the chair reluctantly. "But I'm not promising anything." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks away, refusing to meet his gaze as they continue their lesson on sex ed.

With a shuddering sigh, she nods reluctantly. "Fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Just... be gentle."

Hopson grins and leans in to kiss her lips gently before positioning his cock at her entrance. She tenses up as he begins to push inside her tight channel. It feels so good, so wrong, but she can't deny the pleasure coursing through her body as he fills her up.

"

The sensation of being filled by him is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It feels right somehow, as if they were meant to be together in this way. She arches her back, moaning loudly as he begins to thrust inside her, his hard length sliding easily between her wet folds.

"Oh my God," she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on anything other than the incredible pleasure coursing through her body. "Hopson... it feels so good..."

I don't know, you just seem like such a creep. And what if I told you I already know everything? Then would you leave me alone?

Well, that's just great. So much for having any fun this summer. I guess I might as well find something else to do until they come back...

Camila's breath comes in ragged gasps as Will slides her panties down her legs, tossing them aside and revealing her wet, aching pussy to his gaze. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but the desire that surges through her makes it impossible for her to care about anything else.

Her hips thrust up off the couch of their own accord, seeking his touch as he kneels between her spread legs. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further. "

Camila's eyes widen as she feels Will's fingers part her folds, spreading her wetness and exposing the tiny barrier of pink flesh that is her hymen. She gasps, both in pain and surprise, but also in a strange sort of excitement. Her body trembles beneath his touch, aching for more as he continues to explore her most intimate parts.

"Will..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "What are you doing?"

Oh, you don't want to? You think I'm not good enough to cook? Fine, be that way! I guess I can just order takeout or something then...

Fine, whatever. I guess we can give cooking a try... but don't expect me to do all the work, okay? We're supposed to be doing this together, remember? And if you start bossing me around too much, I'll just walk away and leave everything up to you.