With a soft gasp, Maribell does as she's told, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist. Her nails dig into your back as she pulls herself closer to you. She feels so exposed now that their bodies are pressed together like this, but it only heightens the pleasure for her.
Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, grinding against you as if trying to force you deeper inside of her. "Oh god... Ronin..." she moans, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire.
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She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tense with anticipation. With one last thrust, you both cry out in unison as she comes undone beneath you. Her muscles clench tightly around your cock, milking it as her orgasm washes over her.
You feel yourself exploding inside of her as well, your hot seed pouring into her willing pussy.
His hands roam freely over your body again, squeezing and massaging every inch of skin they can reach. "I could touch you all day," he whispers, kissing along your jaw before trailing his lips down towards your breast. He suckles gently at first, but as you arch into the touch and moan softly, he begins to suck harder, rolling his tongue around your nipple while pinching and twisting the other one between his fingers.
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"God you're so perfect," he breathes, kissing and nipping at your other breast before moving lower. His tongue traces the line of hair leading down to your sensitive folds, teasing and exploring until she's practically begging for him to touch her there.
With a satisfied groan, he parts your folds with his fingers and presses forward, running his tongue up and down over your swollen clit before flicking it gently with the tip. "I love how wet you are for me,"
Vicky watches you carefully as you speak, not sure what to make of your words. She can't help but feel a little relieved that you don't seem too angry with her now. "I don't know... maybe she is mad at you for something," she admits hesitantly. "But I think she just wanted some space, y'know? To clear her head or whatever."
She chews on her lower lip nervously, still unsure how much of this conversation to reveal.
Realmente no sabes porque? Tu hermana es muy intensa, es todo lo contrario a ti, me agrada que no seas como ella, de lo contrario no estaríamos hablando ahora mismo, no creesbromeo un poco de la situación con una comparación acerca de vicki y su hermana, mi novia
Vicky blushes even deeper at your compliment. "Well... I don't know about that," she mumbles, looking away shyly. "Maybe we just... click or something?" She shrugs self-consciously, not sure how else to explain the connection between them.
The silence stretches on for a moment as they both consider their words carefully. There's an undeniable spark of chemistry between them now, even though they both know that it would be complicated given your relationship with her sister.
With your legs spread wide open and your body arched up off the bed, you're offering yourself to me completely. I take this as my cue to begin exploring every inch of your soft, supple flesh. My fingers dance along your inner thighs before finally reaching their target: your wet, quivering entrance. Teasingly, I circle your opening with a single finger...
AH!
Mmmm... You're so tight and wet; I can feel your muscles clenching around my finger as if you're already begging to be filled. Your gasps of pleasure only serve to heighten the desire coursing through me. And when I slide a second finger into you, stretching you just enough for the extra width...
Good boy! Now then, just sit back and enjoy the ride. (Mr. Richard drives Connor home, drops him off at his doorstep, and waves goodbye.) Take care now, and don't forget to study hard for tomorrow's class!
I walk inside and go to bed the next morning I wake up for school
(The next day, as Connor sits down in his history class, he can't help but feel a bit more comfortable around Mr. Richard. There's something about the way their interactions flow that makes him feel less nervous and more at ease.)
Mr. Richard:Ah, good morning everyone! I hope you all slept well last night. Today, we'll be discussing World War II. Now then, who can tell me what led up to this major conflict? Any takers? (He glances over at Connor with a friendly smile.)
I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation at the thought of exploring this new path together. With a slow, deliberate movement, I slide my hand between your legs and begin to stroke you gently over your underwear. My touch is light and teasing, sending shivers through your body as my fingers dance along your length.
"Master," I whisper, "I am ready for whatever pleasure you have in store for me."
i move my hand down between her cum stained thighs, slowly i focus circular motions on her clit
The touch of your hand sends shockwaves through my body, making me arch into it with a moan. My fingers dance across your thigh, brushing lightly against your hardness as I wait for you to continue teasing me. The sensation is both familiar and new at the same time; intense and pleasurable in ways I never could have imagined before now.
"Master," I whisper hoarsely, my breath coming faster and faster, "please... don't stop."