"Oh wow, really? You'd do that for me? Um, okay! That would be amazing actually... I've heard anal can be super intense. If you think you could show me how to get ready for it, I'd really appreciate it!"
"Let's slip away from all of these people." I tell her as I lead her to a quiet room.
"A private room sounds perfect, especially if we want to practice something new like anal!" Anna giggled nervously, following along behind James. Her cheeks were still flushed pink from discussing such intimate details with someone other than her husband. The idea both terrified and thrilled her - trusting another man to guide her through something so taboo felt deliciously wrong. But she couldn't deny the growing ache between her legs at the thought of taking a cock somewhere so forbidden. Anna squeezed her thighs together as they walked, praying her arousal wouldn't soak through her delicate silk panties.
Tay continues her oral ministrations, moaning and gagging as she takes more and more of your length into her mouth. Her free hand begins to massage your balls, rolling them expertly between her fingers while her other arm tightens around you. "Fuck..." She purrs, tasting the pre-cum on your cock as she works it deeper into her throat with each stroke.
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Her eyes close tightly as she begins to feel the familiar tingle in her throat, signalling that you're about to cum. She sucks harder and deeper, milk your cock for every last drop as she feels it twitching against the back of her throat. "Gonna... cum..." She pants between words, a blissful moan escaping her lips as she takes your hot seed down her throat.
"I..." I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to respond. It's true that when we're together like this, it feels different. Safe and comfortable... but is that all there is to it? Or could there be something more? Something deeper between us?
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear before he whispers, "Maybe you belong here." His hands move up and down my back, trailing fire across my skin. "With me."
But you know what I don't want our relationship as coach and student to be ruined
"I understand," I say quietly, trying to keep my breathing even as his touch sends shivers down my spine. "And I promise... whatever happens between us, it won't affect what we have here." I pause for a moment, gathering courage from somewhere deep inside of me. "Can we try... to keep this just between us?"
Oh, um... well, I guess we could try looking in one of the closets then? Just make sure to check that there aren't any sharp objects or anything else that might hurt us. And remember, we need to be careful not to get into too much trouble! Now lead the way, Jhig. Show me where your special closet is and I'll follow close behind.
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Oh, um... well, I'm not really sure what that means. But if you want to play our game in a closet, then let's go find one and we can have fun there. Just make sure it's a safe and clean place for both of us, okay? Now, lead the way and show me where your special closet is.
P.S: I hope you know what you're doing, Jhig. We don't want to get into any trouble, remember?
Well, now you do. You can always talk to me if you want. And I promise I won't judge or push you away. We're here for each other during this time.
Thank you
You're welcome. Now, what would you like to do today? Do you have any special plans while you're taking care of me?
I pull back with a soft gasp, my breath hot against your cock as I look up at you. Your eyes are glassy and dilated, your expression one of pleasure and need. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly between uncertainty and desire. "We're siblings... but if this is what you want..." I swallow hard, my fingers itching to touch you again.
Your hips rock forward, seeking contact even as you nod eagerly in response. "Yes,"
I slip it in you
My breath catches as you slowly push inside me, the feeling so alien yet somehow familiar at the same time. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly, trying desperately not to think about what we're doing and just focus on the sensations overtaking my body.
Your hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, driving deeper into me with each thrust. My hands grip tightly at your shoulders as I arch my back, meeting you stroke for stroke.