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Picture This

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Picture me, sprawled naked across an enormous bed, a mass of soft, feather pillows raising me up so I may regard my chamber. Massage oil – grapeseed perhaps, rich with extracts of musk and Frankincense and jasmine – flowing from the tapered glass bottle in my trembling hand, a single drop at a time … each semi-viscous droplet running down into the shadows of my cleavage, a fresh trail of glistening dampness left in its wake. I carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table, and then gently cup my breasts in my hands, pressing them together, smearing the oil between them. Finally, I reach out to where you stand beside the bed. You’re utterly naked, and your’ hard cock beckons – begs – for my attention, for my lascivious ministrations. I grasp you with a single hand, drawing you onto the bed with me, over me, drawing your’ thick shaft forward until it lies between my breasts … and then  enfold you within my soft, yielding warmth. And without a word, with just the desirous gleam of my eyes, I tell you to thrust, slowly, slowly, so that your’ flesh has time to accept the oil from mine. Anointed, you glide fluently, effortlessly, fucking my cleavage as I hold myself against you, around you, as I brush the pads of my thumbs across the crowns of my bullet-hard nipples, making myself gasp with drawn-out delight. Throughout, I control your’ pace with only my gaze … until you’re trembling above me, until you can’t take the slow pace, the focused deliberation any longer, until the relics of your’ self-control lie shredded and torn about you, and you begin to thrust greedily, oh so greedily, fucking my softness, watching my wanton eyes at the very moment that yours are forced shut, as your shaft pulses and throbs, your seed erupting in thick streams that inundate my cleavage, coating my breasts, splashing across my throat. Lie there, and feel the blood coursing through you, hear your ragged breathing begin to subside. Breathe in the bittersweet tang of your cum all over me.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Sounds like fun doesnt it.

Wanna Be My Handy Man?!!

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It was a warm sunny Sunday in my little corner of the world so it was nice to get out and do some yardwork. Trim hedges, pull weeds, sweep up blooms that had fallen from the trees. Oh, and hopefully fuck my hott “handyman”. I called his house and asked if he could help in my back yard for a bit, and he said, why not.
Problem was he kept distracting me from trimming, pulling and sweeping (not that I minded).
Like when he’d slide his hand up the leg of my shorts while I was on the ladder (second rung, if that matters) trimming the pyracantha.
Or how he’d stretch and show his abs  right in front of my face while I was pulling weeds.  I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger every time i bent over.
While he was sweeping up, I dropped my shorts, sat down in my chaise lounge, spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. He immediately put down the broom and walked over to where I was sitting. He watched intently as I’d dip one finger then a second inside of my pussy, curling them up to tease my g-spot.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. Moving up he straddled the chaise lounge and brought his cock to within breathing distance of my lips. I stuck my tongue out, the tip touching the slit of his cock. He could hear my fingers moving faster in my pussy…the lovely little squishy noise told him how wet I’d become.
I leaned forward in the chaise and opened my mouth, sliding his cock inside. My free hand moved up to wrap around his shaft. My blowjobs are always sloppy wet and intense, leaving men weak kneed.
He had me sit up a little more and he dropped the top part of the chaise lounge so it was now flat. I lay down and he moved around for some 69. Give as good as you get, I say.
He ran a wet trail with his tongue around the edge of my pussy lips before pushing his tongue as far as he could inside. My hips raised off the chaise lounge when he did this. Good thing his cock was in my mouth…the neighbors would have heard some very LOUD moans. The 69 continued for a good while. Somehow we managed to bring each other to the peak time and again without falling over the edge.
I took his cock out of my  mouth and urged him to fuck me. We switched places on the chaise so he could have me ride him. Even with a temperature in the low 70’s, there was enough heat to make our skin glisten in the spring afternoon.
He grabbed my ass as I moved back and forth on him. Spreading the cheeks, he pushed a finger into my asshole. That only spurred me on to more intense motions.  I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum. He pulled his finger out of my  ass as he felt the contractions of my orgasm. His  orgasm followed. How we both kept from screaming when we came is beyond me.
We caught our breath and gathered ourselves. We finshed up the yardwork and I went in to take a shower and replay the afternoon in my mind…with my soapy hand stroking my clit to another orgasm.

Girlfriend Experience

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Lay down on your stomach.  I’ll start with a very light, gentle touch. I really enjoy light caresses as foreplay. After 5-10 minutes, I have you roll over on your back. You are naked, and I’m turned on. Your cock is so huge, and it’s so hard to ignore, but i do. For the next 5 minutes, anyway.  More caresses, never actually touching that central core.  I look up at you with a slight smile and that look in my eyes, and you look at me eagerly, thinking that I am going to start sucking your cock.
Nope.
I proceed to rim you.  Not just licking you tentatively– I go over your ass with the energy and enthusiasm I would want if you were  eating me out. You are moaning like you are going to explode, and I’ve barely touched your cock with my  hands. I dont just do this for a few minutes, either. I sit up momentarily and hike your legs up to your chest, as if you were the woman and I was about to slide in to the hilt. If I’d had a strap-on, I could have, too. You are so wet from my tongue, I doubt there would have been much resistance. But that isn’t my goal– I just wanted even better access to your ass. At this point, you’re reduced to a quivering, jelly-like mass. Except for one part that has taken on the nature of solid steel wrapped in a layer of velvet. You have no sense of time. All you are able to do is revel in the feelings and work to keep from cumming.
I stop. I pull your legs back down to the bed. You look down just in time to see most of your cock disappear into my mouth.  I get almost all of it down.  In order to keep you from exploding, I  pull off and reach for a condom, I know you rarely orgasm in a condom.
I lay back, and you enter me missionary-style, I’m looking up at you, kissing you. You are so completely over. When the cumming starts, you are just a slave to it. There’s no stopping it. You have one of the most incredible orgasms in memory. When finally the twitching stops, I hug you tightly, like I’m trying to get our bodies to merge. We kiss some more. I pull off of you and take off the cover. It disappears, and I return with a warm, damp towel. After cleaning us both off, I lay down next to you. You do the first thing that occurs to you: You go down.
Up until now, it’s been all about you. But you can’t let such an amazing orgasm go by without trying to return the favor. Now, you do not deceive yourself about whether a sex worker truly gets pleasure from the experience. Some don’t, some do. And you may never know the difference, if they do their job well. That said, you are no slacker in the oral department yourself. You listen closely for changes in my breathing as you probe different areas with your tongue. You take note of vocalizations and movement in my body. And as it happens, You figure you’ve done something right when I cry out and grab the back of your head, smashing your face into my whole labial area. You can barely breathe, but you’re not about to stop. After a bit, my grip on your head loosens, and you pull away and we snuggle some more.
Usually, giving head makes you really hard, too. But that was a really amazing orgasm earlier, and you are not very hard. So I started with the rimming again, and sure-enough you  get rock-hard a second time. I start sucking again, only less frenetic this time. More gentle, loving, almost.  So you lay back and let your whole body relax and bask in the feelings. With one hand, you can reach my ass, so you gently rub and caress as I keep at it. You lightly stroke your fingertips over my labia, which gets me to moan around the cock in my mouth. You do it again, because the moaning felt good.
 After nearly 10 minutes of my tender, gentle attention, you feel an unexpected tingling start at the base.  You try to warn me,  but I only suck harder and deeper. And then you start shooting a second time. I know it isn’t as intense as the first, but I could tell, at this point, you are well and truly spent.
After we clean up and dress, I lead you to the door and give you one last gentle kiss. You promise yourself you’ll be back, admitting to yourself, this person is a flower in a large field of weeds. Her service was advertised as GFE– a “girlfriend experience”. Well, I’ve had quite a few girlfriends with whom I never had that much fun in a single hour.
You are still glowing when you  wake the next morning, and call me for another session.

Would You?

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If I kissed my way down your’ chest and stomach while my hand lightly cupped your’ balls, then moved over to your’ inner thighs and around to your; hips, before coming back to run my fingers up your’ rapidly stiffening cock. Would you give me some encouraging little sighs and moans?
If I kissed the head of your’ cock then slipped it into my mouth, would you arch your’ back in response?

If I swirled my tongue around the head of your’ cock, then sliding down the stiff, rock-hard, shaft, all the way in, deep throating, swallowing the head, wriggling it in as far as I could take it – and I’ve been practicing, so I can take it, babe. Would you move your’ hand to my head, not pushing me down, but again letting me know it was good?

If slowly I came back up, all the way out and kissed down your’ hard shaft, down to your’ balls, sucking one into my mouth and swirling it around a little, then laid my tongue flat on the base and licked my way all the way to the tip. And sucked your’ cock back in and settled down to work, stroking hard and deep, steady rhythm. Would you give me some tasty pre-cum baby?

If I was curled around your’ right side, my legs entwining with yours. If I used my right hand to hold your’ cock where I wanted it, and  pressed my thumb to the base of your’ cock, between your’ belly and cock, pressing the blood vessels that make it swell. Would you moan with enjoyment?

 My palm stroking in time with the helpless thrusts you make, showing me the pace you want. Would you swell up so large I could no longer deep throat?

 If I tightened my mouth around you to create more friction, sliding my lips over my teeth like a sax player so I could bite down without drawing blood, and slid my left hand under your’ ass, up until I could hold your’ balls with my hand and used my wrist to lightly push on the lower base, the perineum, between the balls and anus. Would you beg for me to stroke harder?

If I concentrated for several minutes of hard stroking, my spit running down your’ shaft like cum, the wet slurping noises arousing us both even more. Your’ thrusts  now lifting you off the bed, gasps of delight and groans of pleasure spurring me on, staying with what I was doing. Would I feel a few throbs from the lower base, preparing to shoot your’ load?

If I went deeper and faster with both my mouth and my hand, would I have you? Would you pump that sweet cum in my mouth so I could relish my reward?

Would you cum for me baby? Would you?

Saving Myself For You

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I’m so horny, I can’t take it much longer. I abandon my control, and let myself go. I wet my fingers with my mouth, sliding them slowly in and out, thinking about you. My fingers slip out and trail down my body and I slip my them into my panties. I think about you, your body, the heat that would form between us. I need this, now. The want and need between my thighs is too much. I need to touch myself. I can’t wait. I need to cum whilst thinking about you. I’m already so wet from just my thoughts. You’ll phone me soon and knowing how you’re going to talk to me later causes me to shiver. My fingers caress over my soft skin, feeling the warmth emanating from it. My eyes close, it feels so good. My fingertips wander down a bit further, softly stroking over my wet cunt lips. I want to savor this. One finger slides slowly up my slit spreading my wetness around. My finger slides around my swollen clit and I take in a sharp breath. I tease myself thinking about you. God, I want to cum. Pleasure pulses through my body, down my legs, across my stomach, deep inside me. My nipples are already hard as I think about the sound of your voice. I allow my fingertips to swirl over them. I take one in my hold and roll it between my fingers. A gasp escapes from my lips and I feel the sensations shoot through me. I want you to do that to me, bite my nipples, pinch them hard, suck on them and make me writhe under you. My clit throbs beneath my touch. Around and around, soft slow circles, teasing my body and making me gasp for air. I can feel my hips moving to meet my fingers. The build-up is slow, mesmerizing. I breathe softly. I can feel the pleasure rising, slowly, making the ache stronger. I pinch my nipples again and gasp. I need this. I pull on my nipple feeling the pain and pleasure flow through me. I want to feel you so much. I need to feel you inside me, filling me, thrusting hard and deep. I slowly reach over to the side of the bed and pick up my vibe. I suck the tip of it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, getting it wet, ready for me. I turn it on low and trail it down over my nipples, circling around them. My clit pulses hard and I push my hips up, tensing my muscles. My thighs fall open, wanting so much to feel you. I trail the vibe down over my stomach to my cunt. The moment it touches my clit I push my fingers inside me. I feel the vibration deep in my cunt. My cunt squeezes around my fingers as I thrust them inside. I gasp. I move the vibe over my clit, stroking slowly, moving in small circles, not wanting to cum yet. My fingers caress my cunt, pushing deep, finding that spot., curling my fingers up, rubbing and stroking. This is going to make me cum too soon. I don’t want to cum yet. I want to savor it, savor the thoughts of you. I pull the vibe away and move the tip down to my wet cunt. I push it in, slowly, achingly, feeling my body clench around it. I groan softly. I start to stroke it slowly. My fingers find the same rhythm and I stroke my clit, gently, teasingly as I begin to fuck myself. I want it deeper, harder. I push the vibe deeper, increasing my pleasure, needing it more now. I push it inside me over and over. My fingers move faster around my clit. I can feel it building. The warmth grows and spreads from deep inside me. I want to cum. I need to cum. I don’t want to hold out. I fuck myself faster, harder, deeper with the vibe as my fingers circle frantically. I need to cum. I need to cum for you. Another moan escapes my lips. The vibe slides in and out, my fingers move around and around.The heat is rising in me, pulsing through me. My fingers circle, trying to keep it as long as possible, that feeling, that divine sensation of the plateau. I need to cum. I want it so much. I want to feel it. I thrust the vibe in hard one, two, three times and it pushes me over the edge. My back arches, my mouth opens slightly as body explodes with the sensation. Warmth floods over me as I come hard, squeezing hotly around the vibe, cumming hard, fast, breathless. I tense and let out a groan, feeling my cunt throb. I don’t want it to end. I need to feel it a little longer. My cunt throbs again. My fingers slow, caressing my clit softly. Gasping for breath, I let my body relax, lying back in the afterglow. I bring the vibe to a stop and slowly pull it out. I sigh heavily, satisfied though not sated. I the vibe up to my lips and taste my juices. I still want more. I still need you inside me. I know I have to wait. I want you to make me cum. I want to save the rest for you.

Cum For Me

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Touch yourself for me. Run your fingers over that bulge in your pants. Go on, do it. I know you want to because you are a naughty boy. Use your thumb to stroke the length of your fabric covered shaft. Feels good doesn’t it? You want more don’t you? You want to unzip those pants and pull that big cock out so that you can stroke yourself off. I know you. I know what you want. Do it for me. Lean back in that chair and stroke yourself. Let me see how big you really are. Show me how hard you can get. Such a nasty boy. I want to hear you, hear your breathing go deep and ragged as you get into it. What are you thinking about? Are you thinking that I’m on my knees in front of you, mouth open, just waiting to catch all of that cum? Are you thinking of watching her and I make out on the bed? Or are you thinking of me on all fours and shooting that big load of yours all over the small of my back? That’s it, keep stroking. Close those eyes and tell me what you are thinking about. Feels so fucking good doesn’t it? Such a naughty boy. But oh so good. Cum for me. Give it to me. I want it.

Red Valentine’s Panties

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 I’m sitting on my bed, wearing nothing but my red lace bra, red lace panties and red strappy stiletto shoes, when you call. I hear you gasp when I tell you what I’m wearing. You’re breathing heavier now. I let my hands roam over my body as you tell me how hard your’ cock is. I let them drift over my breasts, teasing my nipples as I go. Letting them trace down my sides and over my hips. Running them along my legs and then back up the insides of my thighs. I let my fingertips brush over my panties as they make their way back up to my breasts. I dip my fingers into the cups of my bra and pinch my nipples. I gasp.  Your hand has moved down to rub your cock through your pants. What a delicious sight. I continue to rub my nipples which begins to build a wonderful sensation through my pussy. I’m writhing a bit now, I lean back on the bed more now and move one hand down to my panties. I slip my hand underneath the edge of the waistband and slide my hand down to my already wet pussy. I run my fingers along my slit spreading my wetness. I moan. My fingers feel so good and I rub them against my clit. My thighs involuntarily spread wider. My head leans back further and I pinch my nipples harder. I need this. I need to have you watching me.  Your hand is moving roughly against your cock. Oh god. I tell you to take your cock out.  You immediately undo your pants and push them down. Your hard cock standing up, straining. I tell you to masturbate for me. Groaning, your move your hand to your shaft and begin to stroke your cock for me. I move my hands back down to my panties and slide them down over my hips and to the floor. I spread my legs, I am so slick with my juices. I run my fingers along my slit again and slowly push two into my dripping cunt. My back arches at the intrusion. God it feels so good. My other hand reaches back and unclasps my bra. I slide it off and drop it to the floor. My hand goes back to playing with my nipples. Each time I pinch a wave of pleasure rushes through my pussy. Your hand is moving faster now. Your breath is ragged. You moan as you hear me finger myself. I move my hand from my breasts to my clit, the other is still finger fucking me. I rub at my hard clit and feel my pussy clenching around my fingers. I’m going to cum for you. My back arches up and my fingers push me into ecstasy. Cumming so hard for you. Moaning your name. Wetness floods my hand.  You’re now stroking your cock furiously.  You groan and tell me you’re going to cum. Cum all over me I tell you. You tell me you’re goint to shoot your hot cum all over me. It lands on my pussy, my stomach, my breasts. I  want to scoop it up on my fingers and bring it to my mouth, licking it greedily.  Wanting more…I’m always wanting more…

I’m wearing red on Valentine’s Day for you again baby. Call me and shoot that hot cum all over me.

 

Let Me Drive You Home

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You’ve been at work all day … and yet despite all the professional trials, your mind has been constantly plagued by tantalising thoughts of pleasure and entwined, naked flesh. You’re consumed with desire for the sorts of gratification that come drenched in sweat and screams. As a result, your body aches with lust, thrums with a low current of dissatisfaction. You crave sensation. Completion.

You slip into your car with more than a little relief. You’ve barely settled yourself when your mobile phone chirps annoyingly on the dashboard. The text message presents a single, simple question.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Your answer takes even less time to type out: “Pussy.”

“Mine?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Right now, I just want some sweet, wet pussy.”

“I like it when you’re so indiscriminately ravenous.”

You start the engine, spinning the back wheels as you pull out of the car park. It’s dark, and the wipers are just about coping with the rain. The phone chirps again. The traffic ahead on both sides of the road is thin, so you risk a glance at the bright display.

“Pull over and park somewhere discrete.”

Home is so close now that you consider ignoring the message. The ache in your body is maddening though, and the mind behind those words is so damnably tempting. You take the next turning on the left. Half a mile on, you take another left into a single-track lane. You stop the car half on the verge a hundred yards down, flick off the lights and switch off the engine. Over the ticking of cooling metal, you can hear the muted sounds of traffic on the main road. You’re completely alone though.

“Now what?” you type.

“Your pants. Take them off.”

You feel stupid and aroused all at once. You unbutton your’ pants and pull them down.

“It’s done.”

“Recline your seat, and pull your’ boxers down to your’ ankles. If anyone does happen by, I want them to know exactly what you’re doing.”

The thrill that runs down your spine at the words is both hot and cold. You hesitate for a few seconds … and then you comply with the instruction. Alone in the dark, and when it’s done, you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable … or so alive. That low thrum of need is now a high voltage crackle of potential.

“And now?”

“Think about pussy. Imagine all the pussy you could possibly desire. As many as you want, in whatever ways you want them. Indulge yourself to the hilt. Gorge yourself. Lick and suck and fuck them all, make them wet with desire.”

You do as you’ve been told. As many luscious, wet, pussies as you want. To lick. To feast upon. To fuck. You try to type something in response, but your fingers tremble too much for the tiny buttons. That’s when the phone chirps again.

“I want to know how hard you are. Tell me. I want you to feel for me. I want you to explore for me. I want you to taste for me.”

And at once, you’re engulfed by your own appetites, by the licentious mind behind the messages. You really do mean to take your time, to tease your flesh and gradually build your desire. But you’ve been simmering all day, and as you continue to stroke your’ cock faster, harder, you feel the relief valve within you begin to rock back and forth.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper. Your body bucks as you stroke yoursef, insistent against your palms as you stroke the ridged length.

Your phone rings. It’s all you can do to stab your thumb against the answer button.

“I want to hear you cum,” I tell you. And when you do cum, only a few seconds later, it seems, your cries of pleasure are very loud indeed.

My Fantasy

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I watch his bicep flex as he nervously shifts in his chair. Such a tight young body. Lithe and full of energy. And legal.
“Wait,” I say to myself “What am I thinking? He’s 10 years younger than me and I’m his professor.”
“Do I really have to finish these before I go?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, “You knew everything had to be done by the end of class today.”
“Alright,” he says and shifts in his chair once more giving me the pleasure of watching his bicep flex again. How nice.
“A girl can still look,” I declare to myself. I feel myself getting wet and I unconsciously shift in my own chair and recross my boot clad legs under my skirt.
Was that a look up my legs I caught? Is that a little smile on his face? No, I must be imagining it.
“I have 2 left,” he says and I watch him look at my legs again. He catches my eyes and smiles nervously before looking back down at his paper.
Ah, so he is feeling the same attraction I am. I feel myself getting more aroused. The wetness is seeping through my panties.
I get up and walk over to where he’s sitting and lean over his shoulder to look at his work. “Good progress,” I say, “keep pushing that idea.”
“Okay,” he says. “By the way, what do I need to do to get an A in your class? I don’t think I’m far off, but think I might need some extra credit or something to help me get it.”
“Well,” I say, ” I could use a student helper if you were interested.”
His eyes light up and hold steady on mine. He knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“I could start today,” he says.
“Could you?” I ask as I sit on the corner of his desk.
“If you’ll let me,” he responds. I say nothing and keep his gaze.
He tentatively reaches up and slowly slides his hand up my boot toward my knee. Seeing that I make no move to stop him, he continues his hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt. I move my legs so that they are more open for him. He moves his other hand up my other leg, exploring it. He pushes my skirt up a bit and moves one hand to my soaking panties. Feeling them, he lets out a small groan. Pulling them aside, he traces my lips with his thumb, spreading my wetness. I reach back and lean on my elbows, allowing him better access to my pussy. He moves my lips aside and strokes my core, circling around to my clit. The fire explodes in me. He may be young but he knows how I like it.
Wanting this to last, I sit up and move his hands to my breasts. I run my hands along his biceps. So firm, just like I thought they would be. I lift up his shirt and help him off with it. Exquisite chest and abs are revealed to me. I can’t help but lean over and take one of his nipples into my mouth, nibbling it gently. He groans again. I suck harder causing him to shudder. I move my hands down across his stomach and down the front of his jeans. His rock hard cock quivers when I touch him. Definitely built like a man. I remove my hands and undo the buttons and zipper and slide his jeans down. I begin to rub his cock through his boxers. To my surprise it continues to grow and get harder. I definitely picked the right student.
Sensing he was getting a little too close, he pushes me back on the desk and moves my shirt up to expose my ample breasts. He pushes the bra cups down and sucks greedily at my nipples. I wrap my fingers in his hair moaning at the pleasure he’s giving me. Torturing me. Alternating between licking, sucking and biting, he brings me to the edge.
“Stop,” I say, “lick my pussy. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Complying, he gets down on his knees and pushes my skirt up. He expertly removes my dripping panties and buries his tongue in my cunt. He rotates between tongue fucking me and circling my clit. His soft warm wet tongue dragging across my clit causes me to shiver with excitement. Then, flicking his tongue across my clit, he pushes a finger inside me. I can’t control my hips and they rock with the motions. His sweet tongue laps at me. He pushes two fingers inside then three stroking them in and out. My legs begin to tremble and the feeling becomes almost too powerful to bear. He pushes four fingers into me as he sucks my clit furiously and it pushes me over the edge. I feel the release through my body and screaming, I come hard all over his hand.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
He pulls me up, turns me around and pushes me over the desk so my ass is up in the air waiting for him. He teases my pussy for just a second before he rams his thick hot cock inside me. We both cry out in pleasure. He strokes in and out hard then slows down. He repeats this pattern a few times. Fast then slow then fast again. The change in rhythm drives me wild. He fills me so well. I can feel him so deep inside me. The feeling is heavenly, I’m so slick from my juices that he slides smoothly in and out of me. My juices are running down my legs. Reaching around, he cups my breasts, mercilessly rolling my nipples between his fingers. The pleasure shoots through me. He reaches one hand down to my pussy and fingers me clit. That’s all I needed as I come again squeezing and sucking his cock with my pussy. Harder now, he pumps his cock furiously in me unable to stop the feeling, he cums hard with a loud moan. His cock pulsates inside me spurting his hot nectar. Grinding hard against me he rides out the wave.
Catching his breath, he withdraws from me and immediately drops to his knees to lap up the juices running down my legs, licking up every last drop. Looking up at me with a wicked grin he says, “When are your next office hours? I could come by and assist you again…”

Are you my fantasy student? Can you handle making me cum like this? Call me and give me what i desire, what we both need. I need you.