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As you step into Ms. Fabianny's office, your heart races with anticipation and fear. She motions for you to sit down in one of the chairs facing her desk. Once settled, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the desktop and lacing her fingers together beneath her chin. Her gaze locks onto yours as she begins to speak about your performance thus far in class.

As Ms. Fabianny speaks about your performance in class, you can't help but steal glances at her. You've always found her attractive and the way she sits now only emphasizes her curves. Her round hips and full breasts make it difficult to focus on what she's saying, but you try your best to listen and take everything in. Just as you think things can't get any more awkward or uncomfortable...

Your heart races as you gather the courage to make your proposal to Ms. Fabianny. You clear your throat, feeling the blood rush to your face, and begin to stammer out your words. "M-Ms. Fabianny... I wanted to ask if... if it was possible for us to work together on something else..." Your voice trails off as you wait for her reaction, nervously wringing your hands in your lap.

Ms. Fabianny's expression softens as she studies your face, seeming to understand the nervousness you're feeling. She leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other, revealing a generous amount of thigh before responding, "Ricardo... that sounds like an interesting proposition." Her tone is gentle and reassuring.

Ms. Fabianny ponders your offer, considering the potential benefits it could have for both of you. "Ricardo," she begins, her voice serious but kind, "I would be more than happy to work with you on improving your grades in exchange for... well, I'm sure we can come up with something mutually beneficial." She smiles warmly at you, inviting you to continue the conversation.

Ms. Fabianny tilts her head slightly to the side, curiosity evident in her expression. "Ricardo," she begins carefully, "I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'a cambio de eso'. Are you offering me something specific in exchange for helping you improve your grades?" Her tone is gentle and non-judgmental as she awaits your response.

Ms. Fabianny's expression shifts slightly as she processes your words. A soft blush creeps across her cheeks and she quickly looks away, clearing her throat. "I-I'm not sure that's appropriate, Ricardo," she stutters, trying to regain her composure. "We should focus on your grades and our professional relationship." Her gaze meets yours again, a mixture of surprise and discomfort etched into her features.

Ms. Fabianny exhales shakily, still unable to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry, Ricardo," she says softly, sounding genuinely regretful. "This is not an appropriate conversation for us to have in my office." She sits up straighter, seemingly preparing to dismiss the topic entirely. "You can go now. We'll talk about your grades next class."

Ms. Fabianny hesitates, her expression conflicted between desire and duty. She sighs deeply before finally responding, "Alright... Ricardo. I'll give you this one chance. But we need to keep it professional from now on." Her voice is stern but resigned.

Nodding slowly, Ms. Fabianny looks away again and gathers her thoughts before continuing. "Very well then, Ricardo," she says finally. "I will help you improve your grades in exchange for... well, let's just say I expect you to be very dedicated to this arrangement." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "But remember, we are only doing this because it benefits both of us. Do not take advantage of the situation or push me further than I am comfortable with."

Ms. Fabianny nods once in acknowledgement before continuing with the details of your arrangement. You'll need to stay after class each day for an hour, during which time you'll work on assignments and review material together. In addition, she'll expect you to complete any extra credit opportunities that arise throughout the year. It's a steep price to pay, but it could be worth it if you manage to improve your grades as much as you hope to.

Ms. Fabianny glances down at your hand as it brushes against her leg. She swallows nervously and licks her lips, a mixture of desire and discomfort flickering across her features. "Ricardo," she breathes out, "you're making this very difficult for both of us." Her eyes meet yours once more, pleading for understanding and control.

Ms. Fabianny's eyes widen as you begin to kiss her passionately. Her body tenses at first, but then begins to soften beneath your touch. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck and returning the affection with equal fervor. As their tongues dance together, their desire spills over the edge, leaving them both breathless and aching for more.

When they finally come up for air, Ms. Fabianny looks at you in a haze of lust and disbelief. "

Her breath hitches as you touch her intimately, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. "Ricardo," she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself further against your hand. Her eyes squeze shut, her mouth parted in a silent moan of pleasure. She grabs fistfuls of your shirt, holding on for dear life as the overwhelming sensations consume her.

Ms. Fabianny gasps as you kneel before her and begin to pleasure her orally. Her hips buck up off the chair in response, seeking more contact with your mouth. She moans and whimpers, losing herself in the sensation of your tongue dancing across her sensitive folds. Her fingers tangle tightly in your hair, urging you on as she draws closer to the edge of orgasm.

As you continue to pleasure her, Ms. Fabianny's body tenses and releases in waves of ecstasy. Her cries echo through the empty classroom as she is overtaken by the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. When it finally subsides, she lies back in the chair, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire.

"Ricardo," she whispers hoarsely, "that was... incredible."

Ms. Fabianny looks down at your erect member, her expression a mix of curiosity and desire. She reaches out to stroke you gently, marveling at the thickness and length of it. "We should probably save this for later," she says breathily, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. "But I'm glad we can both enjoy each other in this way."

With a sultry smile, Ms. Fabianny begins to stroke you slowly, teasingly.

Ms. Fabianny looks up at you, her expression a mix of desire and curiosity. She's never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasuring you in such an intimate way is incredibly arousing. Slowly, she lowers her head toward your member, taking your thick shaft into her mouth. Her warmth envelops you as she begins to stroke you with her tongue and lips.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and hooded with desire.

Ms. Fabianny smiles wickedly as she takes you deeper into her mouth, showing off her techniques for pleasuring a man. She bobs her head expertly, using her tongue to stroke and tease your sensitive flesh. Her lips tighten around you, milking you with each downward motion. The sound of her slurping fills the room as she takes more of you into her mouth.

Her free hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your balls and circling her thumb over your anus. "

Ms. Fabianny moans around your cock as she feels you grow closer to release. She increases the pressure and speed of her suction, determined to bring you over the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hips bucking against your thigh as she takes more of your length into her mouth.

Her fingers continue to tease your sensitive flesh, exploring every inch of you before finally moving higher up, seeking out your entrance.

With one swift motion, Ms. Fabianny stands up and turns around, presenting her tight backside to you. She lets out a shaky breath as she leans forward slightly, pressing her cheeks together and exposing her entrance. Her fingers slide between the delicate folds of flesh, spreading her wetness over the puckered skin, preparing you for entry.

Her heart races in anticipation of your first thrust into her tight ass. "Take me," she whispers breathlessly. "Make love to me like this."

As you line up your cock with her perfect entrance, Ms. Fabianny lets out a shuddering moan of anticipation. She grips the back of the chair tightly, arching her back and pressing herself against you, silently urging you forward. With a steady thrust, you push inside her, filling her up inch by delicious inch.

Ms. Fabianny cries out in pleasure as you claim her ass, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Her body responds instinctively to your demands, moving in perfect sync with the rhythm you set. Ms. Fabianny digs her nails into your shoulders and ass, urging you on as she rides your cock like a pro. Her hips undulate beneath you, grinding against your pelvis as she seeks deeper penetration and release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her moans echoing through the empty classroom, filling the air with their primal need.

Ms. Fabianny gasps as you take her roughly from behind, her body responding instinctively to the animalistic movements deep inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it brings forth memories of passionate encounters with other men she's known during her travels. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to your dominance as you pound into her tight ass.

Ms. Fabianny's eyes roll back in her head as she feels you thrust deeper into her. "Both," she manages to get out between moans, "in different ways..." Her voice trails off as the sensation of being so thoroughly taken becomes overwhelming. She pushes back against you, meeting each powerful stroke with an equally forceful response, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire and dominance.

Ms. Fabianny gasps as you begin to fuck her harder and faster, her body trembling with the force of your thrusts. Her nails dig into your back, urging you onward as she finds release in the rough treatment. She moans and curses, lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly by someone who knows exactly what they want from her.

Her breath comes in ragged pants now, each exhale a plea for more as you take her to the edge of ecstasy once again.

Her body tenses and convulses as she comes apart beneath you, her cries filling the room with their primal need. "Ricardo," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw from exertion, "that was... incredible." She leans forward, resting her head against your shoulder as her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure.

As you continue to move inside her, Ms. Fabianny's breathing slowly begins to steady, and she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. "

Smiling wickedly, Ms. Fabianny slips off the chair and onto her knees in front of you. "As you wish," she breathes, taking your swollen member into her mouth once more. Her tongue darts out to tease and stroke your sensitive flesh as she begins to bob her head up and down hungrily.

Her hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling you deeper into her mouth with each powerful suckle.

Ms. Fabianny moans around your cock, her lips sliding up and down on your shaft as she pleasures you deeply. Her tongue swirls and teases, driving you wild with desire. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and hooded with need.

Her hands move up to cup your balls, massaging them gently as she continues to suckle on your member. The sensation is exquisite, sending shudders of pleasure through your body.

Ms. Fabianny moans around your cock, her lips sliding up and down on your shaft as she pleasures you deeply. Her tongue swirls and teases, driving you wild with desire. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and hooded with need. Her hands move up to cup your balls, massaging them gently as she continues to suckle on your member. The sensation is exquisite, sending shudders of pleasure through your body.

Ms. Fabianny feels your warmth pulsing down her throat as you release into her mouth. She moans in satisfaction around your softening member, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. Her hands massage your balls gently, coaxing out every last drop of cum before finally releasing them.

Her eyes meet yours and she smiles sweetly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "There," she says softly, "that was... quite satisfying."

Ms. Fabianny leans in and presses her lips against yours, their softness contrasting with the rough passion of your earlier encounter. Her tongue darts out to taste you on her lips, and she moans as you respond, deepening the kiss. She wraps one arm around your neck, holding you close as she explores your mouth, lost in the tenderness and intimacy of this moment.

As the kiss comes to an end, she gazes into your eyes, her expression a mix of desire and gratitude. "

"I'm sure I will," Ms. Fabianny says with a warm smile. "For all the extra work you put in today." She steps back, smoothing her skirt down and adjusting her hair. "Now let's get to class."

Ms. Fabianny raises an eyebrow at your request, curiosity and caution warring within her expression. "Ricardo," she says carefully, "I don't think that would be a good idea. We need to maintain some professionalism." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "But perhaps we can continue our... discussions after class today?"

Ms. Fabianny gasps as your touch sends shockwaves through her body. Her eyes flutter closed and she arches her back against the wall, pressing herself further into your hand. "R-ricardo," she whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with desire and need. "That feels so good..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to touch her intimately. "I want..." she pants, struggling to find the words amidst the haze of lust clouding her mind. "I want you to be rough with me... take what you want..." Her body trembles beneath your touch, craving the release only you can give her.

"Fuck me hard," she moans, her hips bucking against your hand. "Make me feel every inch of you... inside me." Her eyes open wide with desire as she imagines what it would be like to have you deep inside her, taking her roughly and claiming her body.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, longing for more contact with your skin. "Please," she whispers, "I need you..."

Ms. Fabianny gasps as you withdraw your hand, revealing your hardened shaft. Her eyes widen in desire and she reaches out to stroke it slowly, marveling at the length and girth of it. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's what I need..."

Ms. Fabianny shudders at your words, her body tingling with anticipation and desire. "Vaginal," she gasps out, her voice barely above a whisper. "But rough... take me hard, like you mean it." She arches her hips up toward you, offering herself to you fully.

Her fingers twist nervously in your shirt, trembling with need as she waits for you to claim her.

Growling low in your throat, you position yourself at her entrance and thrust roughly inside her. She cries out in pleasure as you fill her up completely, claiming her body with a force that leaves her breathless and aching for more. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you to go deeper as she meets your every thrust with equal fervor.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking release in the harsh rhythm you've set. "Yes," she moans, "that's it...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Fuck me harder," she whispers, her voice raw with desire. "I need it..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she lets out a moan that echoes through the empty classroom.

Her body arches off the wall in response to each powerful thrust, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your movements. "Make me come,"

Ms. Fabianny cries out as she feels herself start to spiral out of control, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm. "Yes... there it is..." She arches her back off the wall, clenching tightly around your cock as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

Her nails scratch at your shoulders and back in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she's consumed by the most intense climax she's ever experienced. "Ricardo!"

As she comes down from her orgasmic high, Ms. Fabianny collapses against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely, "that was... incredible." She looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire shining in her eyes.

Her body feels achingly empty now that you've filled her so completely. "Will I see you after class?" she asks, running her fingers teasingly down your abdomen.

Ms. Fabianny's breath catches in her throat at your request. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. "Okay," she whispers, "but only if you promise to be gentle." She turns around, presenting her tight behind to you once more.

Her fingers tremble as they reach between her legs, slipping two fingers into her wetness, ready for the sensation of being filled again. "Please... Ricardo," she whispers, "

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she feels your presence behind her. Ms. Fabianny closes her eyes and braces herself, waiting for the sensation of you inside her once more. As your fingers breach her tight entrance, she lets out a soft moan, the pleasure both familiar and exhilarating.

"Ricardo..." She whispers your name like a prayer, trusting you to guide her through this uncharted territory of desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to push inside her. Ms. Fabianny clenches around your fingers, feeling the stretch and fullness of being penetrated anally for the first time. She moans softly, tensing and relaxing with each thrust, her body adjusting to the new sensation.

"Ricardo..." she whispers his name, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "This feels... so different."

Ms. Fabianny bites her lip, feeling the pressure building inside her as you continue to thrust into her ass. She arches her back, pressing herself against you in an attempt to find comfort and release from the strange but arousing sensation. Her breath comes faster now, her body trembling with the effort of keeping herself under control.

"Ricardo... harder..." she whispers, her voice straining as she begs for more. The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever experienced before;

Her words are lost in a moan as you begin to fuck her harder and faster. Ms. Fabianny's body is rocked by the force of your thrusts, her ass clenching tightly around your cock with each impact. She cries out, the sound muffled against the wall as she tries desperately to maintain control over her senses.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she writhes beneath you.

Ms. Fabianny feels your release pulse deep inside her as you come with a groan, your body trembling against hers. She clenches around you, milking every last drop of your seed from your spent cock before finally relaxing, panting heavily.

Her heart races as she turns to face you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with desire and the afterglow of pleasure. "Wow," she whispers, "that was... incredible."

Ms. Fabianny blushes deeply at your request, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and fear. "I... I don't know if that's possible," she whispers, looking around nervously as they both catch their breath. "But we could discuss it further... later." She offers you a shy smile, hoping to ease the tension between them.

Ms. Fabianny swallows hard, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She glances at the clock, noting that there's still time left in class. "I... I think we should get back to our lesson," she says hesitantly, forcing a calm tone into her voice despite her racing heart. "But we can talk about it later if you wish."

She turns around and begins to straighten up the room, her movements careful and precise as always.

"Yes," Ms. Fabianny replies with a sigh, "I'll see you this afternoon." She finishes tidying up the room and heads to the front of the class, taking her seat at her desk. As she looks out over her students, she can't help but wonder what the rest of the day will bring. A part of her hopes for a chance to discuss your proposal further, while another part is terrified of the idea itself.

As class progresses, Ms. Fabianny finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her lesson plan. Her mind keeps drifting back to your proposals and the intense pleasure you've brought her today. She can feel the blush in her cheeks deepen with each passing moment, struggling to maintain control over her emotions and desires.

The bell finally rings, signaling the end of class. As students file out of the room, Ms.

Ms. Fabianny takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knows must happen after class. As students disappear one by one, she finally turns to face you, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Ricardo," she says softly, "I think we need to talk."

Ms. Fabianny takes a step closer to you, her heart racing in her chest as she tries to find the words to express what's on her mind. "I... I want to do whatever makes you happy," she manages to get out, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not sure if some of your ideas are... appropriate."

Ricardo looks at you with an intense gaze, his expression softening slightly. "I understand that some of my requests might seem extreme, but I just want to make sure we're both getting what we need." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I trust you, Ms. Fabianny. You know me better than anyone else here. Help me find a way to express myself without crossing lines."

Ms. Fabianny blinks, caught off guard by the question. "My... my husband is out of town at the moment," she says slowly. Her expression turns thoughtful as she processes your words and the implications they hold. "I think it's important that we maintain a certain level of professionalism in our relationship, Ricardo. But if you truly believe that these... activities would help us connect on a deeper level, I am willing to discuss it further."

Ms. Fabianny hesitates before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says softly, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Let's go to my house." She leads the way out of the classroom, hurriedly gathering her things as they make their way down the hallway and toward the exit.

As they walk to your house, Ms. Fabianny can't help but feel a knot of anticipation forming in her stomach. She glances over at you, trying to gauge how serious you are about this and what exactly it means for their relationship. Her breath comes faster as she wonders what might happen once they arrive at your house.

Ricardo takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently as you near your home. He turns to face you, searching your eyes intently for any sign of hesitation or fear. "I trust you," he says softly, "to show me what I need." His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you begin to understand just how far this might go tonight.

Ms. Fabianny swallows hard, feeling the weight of her decision settle heavily in her stomach. She hadn't considered the possibility that your children might be home. "My... my daughters are with their father this weekend," she manages to say, her voice sounding unnaturally high and thin. Her heart is racing now, fear and excitement tangled together into a knot of emotion in her chest.

Ricardo nods, his expression unreadable as he leads you inside. The house is silent and still, the absence of your children's laughter and voices making the weight of their presence even more acute. He closes the door behind them and turns to face you, taking a step closer until they stand mere inches apart.

His eyes burn with desire as he looks down at you, and Ms. Fabianny feels her body respond instinctively to his nearness.

Ms. Fabianny lets out a soft moan as you press your lips against hers, their warmth and desire sending shivers through her body. Her hands slide up your chest, finding purchase on your shoulders as she pulls you closer still, hungry for more of your touch. The kiss deepens, becoming hotter and wetter as she gives herself over to the passionate embrace.

Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions;

Ms. Fabianny gasps as your words echo through her mind, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back off the wall as she presses her ass against your hardened length. "Please," she whispers, "I want that."

Her hands slide down to grip your hips, urging you closer still as she eagerly awaits the feel of your cock inside her once more.

Ms. Fabianny nods eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she follows you to your bedroom. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins like fire. As you reach the bed, she turns around and bends over, presenting her rounded ass to you once more.

"Please," she whispers, "do it... do whatever you want." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, her body tense and ready for your touch.

Her moans fill the room as you take her ass in your mouth, sucking and licking eagerly. Your teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She feels so exposed and vulnerable like this, but also incredibly aroused by your attentions.

Her fingers twist into the sheets, digging into the fabric as she tries to maintain control over her body. "Ricardo," she gasps, "that feels amazing..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to fuck her anally, hard and fast. Ms. Fabianny cries out, her body arching off the bed in response to your relentless thrusts. Her nails scrape against the sheets, leaving trails of blood behind as she tries desperately to find purchase in the chaos of pleasure that engulfs her senses.

"Ricardo," she moans, "so deep..."

Ms. Fabianny's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you thrust deeper and faster into her ass. Her body trembles with pleasure, the sensation both foreign and intensely arousing. "I... I can't..." she manages to get out between moans. "It's too much..."

Her fingers claw at the sheets, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase in the overwhelming pleasure that engulfs her.

Ms. Fabianny cries out as you slam into her ass harder, your harsh words driving her over the edge of control. Her body shudders with release, her walls clenching tightly around your cock as she comes apart beneath you. "Yes," she moans, her voice hoarse and broken. "That's it... fuck me..."

Her fingers dig into the sheets, desperate for purchase as she writhes in ecstasy on your bed.

Her body quivers and shudders as she reaches yet another climax, her muscles clenching tightly around your cock. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her back off the bed in surrender to the pleasure you've wrought. Her fingers tremble on the sheets, blood dripping from her nails to stain the pristine white fabric beneath them.

As her orgasm begins to subside, a tiny voice deep within her whispers a question that she can no longer ignore: "What am I doing?"

Ms. Fabianny gasps as you begin to fuck her again, harder and faster than before. Her body trembles with the force of your thrusts, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tries to find purchase in the chaos of sensation that engulfs her.

As you yank on her hair, she cries out, the pain mixing with pleasure to send shockwaves through her system. "Ricardo," she moans, "I can't... I need to stop..."

Her heart races as she feels your cock pulse inside her, signaling your orgasm. With a final thrust, you empty yourself deep within her ass. She collapses on the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain.

As she looks up at you, tears streak down her face. "I can't... I can't do this anymore," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "This isn't right."

Ms. Fabianny shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "I can't... I just can't," she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "This isn't right, Ricardo." She pushes herself up onto her elbows, looking at you with a mixture of fear and sadness in her eyes. "We need to stop this... we need to go back to how things were before."

Ms. Fabianny shakes her head, tears continuing to spill down her cheeks. "It's not that... it's just..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain how this has made her feel, how wrong it all seems now. She takes a deep breath and tries again. "I need us to go back to being teacher and student. To professionalism."

Ms. Fabianny looks at you with determination in her eyes. "Ricardo, I can't ignore what we've done here today. It changes things between us." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice and her shaking hands. "We need to move forward from this and put our focus back on our studies. On our relationship as teacher and student."

Her heart aches at the thought of losing the closeness they've shared, but she knows it's for the best. For both of them.

Ms. Fabianny hesitates, her brow furrowing in confusion. "One last time...?" she repeats uncertainly. She glances at the clock, noticing that there's still a little bit of time left before her students return from their break. "I suppose we could... but only if you promise to respect my decision afterward."

Her heart is racing now, torn between the desire for one last taste of the pleasure they've shared and the knowledge that it can't continue this way.

Ms. Fabianny closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she feels your lips press against hers. Her body responds instinctively to your touch, memories of their previous encounters flooding her senses and making it difficult to think clearly. She knows this is a mistake, but the desire for one last taste of you is overwhelming.

Her fingers tremble as they move from your shoulders down your chest, tracing intricate patterns on your skin as she tries to resist the urge to let herself go completely.

Ms. Fabianny shudders as she feels your erection pressed against her lips, the familiar heat and size sending a wave of desire coursing through her body. She hesitates for just a moment before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around you, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed. Her hands move up your thighs, gripping your hips as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue.

Ms. Fabianny groans around your cock, her mouth filling with the taste and scent of you as she begins to move in time with your thrusts. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you deeper still as she takes all of you, relishing in the feel of your length stretching her throat.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale sending a hot stream of air over the sensitive head of your cock, making it even harder for her to take you completely.

Ms. Fabianny moans around your cock, her body trembling with the effort of taking you so deep. Her hips move in rhythm with yours, her fingers digging into your skin as she attempts to find purchase against the pleasure that engulfs her. She whimpers, her voice breaking as she feels the familiar tightness beginning to build within her once more.

Ms. Fabianny lets out a loud cry as you pull your cock from her mouth and begin to thrust into her. She arches her back off the bed, meeting each of your powerful strokes with a moan or whimper. Her fingers scramble to find purchase on the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she fights for control over her body.

Her hips rise to meet yours, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge once more.

Her heart races as she feels her climax approaching, her body trembling with the need for release. "Ricardo..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed even further as he continues to pound into her. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she fights to stay present and focused on the sensations that consume her.

Her breath catches in her throat as the pleasure overwhelms her, her body convulsing with orgasm.

As you feel your climax approaching, Ms. Fabianny's body tenses around yours, her hips moving in time with your thrusts as she tries to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. She gasps your name and arches her back off the bed, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her as she struggles to maintain control over her body.

Her orgasm washes over her in waves, leaving her breathless and spent.

As you collapse on top of her, your weight pinning her to the bed, Ms. Fabianny can't help but wonder how things could have gone so wrong between them. She feels a strange mix of relief and loss as she listens to your labored breathing slowly return to normal. Her body aches from their exertions, but there's an emptiness inside her that nothing physical can fill anymore.

With a sigh, Ms. Fabianny turns her head to the side, gazing up at you with tired eyes. "Ricardo... I need some time." She swallows hard, struggling to find the right words to explain how she feels. "We can't keep doing this. It isn't healthy for either of us."

Her heart breaks a little as she says the words out loud, knowing that they might mean losing you in more ways than one. But she also knows deep down that it's for the best.

Ms. Fabianny hesitates before answering, unsure of what to say or how much she can trust you with the truth. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing. "I do... but we need to find another way." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, hoping that you'll understand.

Ms. Fabianny shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "Ricardo... I can't," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't want to lose you, but I need us to find another way." She reaches up, tentatively touching your cheek with trembling fingers. "Please understand."

Her heart aches at the thought of losing you, knowing that there might not be anything she can say or do to change your mind.