CHAPTER SIXLISAStill buried deep inside me on the study table, Mr. Calvin reaches up and grips the thin white crop top. The fabric tears with a sharp, final sound as he rips it straight down the middle. Cool air hits my bare skin. My heavy tits spill free, flushed and sensitive, nipples already tight from the earlier friction.He stares for a second, breathing hard.“Fuck, look at these,” he mutters. His voice is rough, almost reverent. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The wet heat of his tongue makes my back arch. He flicks the peak, then grazes it with his teeth just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure-pain straight between my legs. I gasp.“Mr. Calvin...ah”He switches to my other breast, sucking deeper, leaving it shiny and swollen. The wet sounds of his mouth on my skin fill the quiet room. Then he pulls almost all the way out of my pussy...slow enough that I feel every ridge of his cock dragging against my walls—before driving back in with
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