She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra that clung to her curves like it was crafted for sin. Her breasts strained against it, full and perfectly lifted, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away no matter how hard I tried.“There,” she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Much better.” She leaned back, crossing her legs again, her posture unbothered, but her eyes watching me closely, hunting the reaction I was fighting to hide.My throat went dry, my palms sweaty. god, I wanted them in my hands. To bury my face in them, suck and bite until she gasped my name.“You’re staring,” she teased, her voice smooth, rich, knowing.I cleared my throat, forcing my eyes back to the television. “Hard not to when you… do that.”She smiled, almost smug. “Do what? Get comfortable in my own house?”The porn moans filled the silence, shameless and raw, and Miss Evelyn leaned slightly forward, her cleavage pressing together in a way that made my cock twitch painfu
Her words, be my boyfriend still echoed in my head, but I didn’t let myself answer. I just held her tight until she finally slowed down, her moans tapering into soft, shaky breaths. When she finally slipped off me, I pulled away, rolling to the side.My whole body was buzzing, my cock still twitching from everything we’d just done. But my mind? It was a mess.I stood, ignoring the way her eyes followed me, and grabbed my trousers from the floor. “I need a shower,” I muttered, more to myself than to her.She just smirked, stretching across the bed like a cat, still naked, still glowing with sweat. “Go on then, tutor. Wash me off you.”Her words burned in my ears as I left the room.The moment I stepped into the hallway, it hit me. The smell. The furniture. The curtains. The framed photos staring down from the walls.This wasn’t just any room.I froze, staring back at the door I had just walked out of.Fuck.I had just fucked my eighteen year old student in her mother’s room.Damn.The
Her chest was still heaving from the brutal throat fuck, her spit smeared lips parted as if she couldn’t catch enough air. I didn’t give her time. With one rough pull I yanked her up off the table, her bare skin hot and sticky against me. She gasped, legs instantly wrapping around my waist like she’d been waiting for it all along.“Fuck, Tutor—” she moaned, as my cock pressed against her dripping pussy.I shoved into her in one merciless thrust, and she screamed, nails raking down my back as her body clamped tight around me.“god, yes!” she cried, throwing her head back, hair whipping.Her moans echoed in the sitting room, but I wasn’t risking anyone hearing us down here. I gripped her ass hard, fingers digging in as I bounced her on my cock, each thrust rougher than the last. Her tits bounced in my face, and I didn’t resist, my mouth latched onto one nipple, biting, sucking it so hard she nearly shrieked.“Fuck, oh my god, bite me again!” she begged, voice breaking with pleasure.
Her body was a temptation I couldn’t ignore anymore.Freya lay back on the table, legs spread wide, fingers buried in her wet pussy, panting as if she were the star of the porn she’d put on the screen. The video was loud, moans, dirty talk, the wet sounds of bodies colliding but her own noises drowned it out.The sight broke me.I stalked forward, heart hammering, cock straining so hard against my trousers I could barely breathe. My hands wrapped around her thighs and yanked her down the table, dragging her ass to the edge. She gasped, half in shock, half in delight, and before she could say a word, I shoved my face between her legs.The first taste of her pussy made me growl. Hot, wet, slippery sweetness coated my tongue. I buried myself deeper, devouring like a man starved. My hands clamped her thighs wide apart, nails digging into her soft skin, refusing to let her move.“F fuck, tutor!” she screamed, her voice cracked with shock and ecstasy. “Eat me, oh god, eat me raw!”I obey
The next morning, I woke to a streak of sunlight slipping through the curtains, cutting across the room like a sharp blade. My eyes felt heavy, but my body, damn still hummed with the leftover fire from last night.I stretched, dragging a hand across my face, replaying everything that had happened. Liana’s lips. Her gown tearing in my hands. Her moans. And then, Freya. The way she walked into my room in just her bra and panties, acting like sleep was optional, teasing me with every word, every glance.I had held myself back, but barely.A sigh left my chest as I swung my legs off the bed. My body still ached, my cock semi-hard just from remembering. I glanced at the clock,7:10 a.m. I needed to get myself together before the house stirred fully.I pulled on my joggers, splashed some water on my face in the bathroom, then stepped out into the quiet hallway. The smell of fried eggs and coffee drifted faintly from downstairs. Someone was already in the kitchen, maybe Liana, maybe Miss Ev
Just as I was about to push deeper into Liana, the sharp creak of a door echoed from upstairs. Both our heads jerked toward the sound. Footsteps, faint but real. “Shit,” Liana whispered, eyes wide. She pulled herself off me, body trembling, lips swollen from all the kissing. I wanted to drag her back, to finish what we’d started, but she was already pulling down her gown, smoothing her hair, her chest still rising and falling fast. “Not now,” she hissed, panic flickering across her face. With one last glance at me, equal parts lust and fear she slipped out of the room like a shadow, leaving me alone with my cock aching, hard as stone, still wet with her. I sat there, pulse thundering, my body begging for release. My balls were tight, my cock twitching with every heartbeat. I wanted to scream. Instead, I grabbed the air freshener on the nightstand and sprayed it hard, the sharp chemical scent burning my nose but killing the smell of sweat and sex. I yanked the sheets straight,