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His free hand pinched the wet nipple he left behind. I tried to pull free. He held tighter. “Stay still, Sister.” He kept at my tits until both nipples were red and shiny. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked the habit up, and shoved my legs apart. His mouth was on me immediately. Tongue sure this time. He found the spot and sucked. “Oh God—” Two fingers pushed inside me. Curled. Rubbed the place that made my knees weak. “You taste better than I remembered,” he muttered against me.

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The sudden movement pushed something hard against my ass. A sharp gasp ripped from my throat as all the air left my chest. Valerius buried his face into the side of my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin as he murmured low, possessive words against my ear. "You have more than one hole, carino... plenty of space to take us both at the same time." The sudden realization crashed over me. Anal sex. The horrors of what I had read and heard about it rushed through my mind-the unimaginable pain. They wanted to stretch me open, to take something else from me.

I growled, adding another fingernail inside her tight pussy. She screamed out loudly at the sudden intrusion, her walls clamping down around my digits. My mouth released her nipple with a pop, moving up to bite her neck hard enough to leave another mark. "What was that? Couldn't hear you.” "I'm your teacher!" she cried out desperately as I fingered her aggressively on her desk. "I'm supposed to teach you literature, not let you fuck me with your fingers until I come!" Despite her words, her hips were moving desperately against my hand.

I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick. My breasts spilled free, nipples tightening in the air. I pinched one lightly at first, then harder, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. A moan slipped out, louder than I meant, echoing in the quiet house. My hips rolled against my hand, finger dipping deeper now. Two fingers, stretching myself like Josh had from behind, that new angle hitting spots that made me gasp. I remembered the desk creaking, his grip bruising my hips, the sharp slap of skin as he thrust harder.

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As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

“So full. It hurts but I love it. Don’t stop. Fuck my ass.” He started moving carefully, shallow thrusts that grew deeper. The burn slowly melted into pure ecstasy. I reached back and rubbed my clit as he fucked my ass. The pleasure built again, even stronger than before. When I came the second time, it was completely different. Deeper. Darker. My ass clenched hard around his cock as waves of anal orgasm tore through me. I screamed his name, body shaking uncontrollably. Ryan groaned loudly and buried himself deep, flooding my ass with thick ropes of hot cum.

My eyes widened. "What's that for?" I asked, my voice breathless. Anal play was one of those things that had simply never occurred to me. It was a frontier I'd never considered exploring, something I'd vaguely assumed wasn't for me. But the look on Mark's face—a wicked, confident grin—made my heart pound faster. "For your ass, Teresa," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "It'll feel incredible later, when my cock is in your pussy. The double fullness."

“And you’re still afraid to give a straightforward answer to a single fucking thing I ask.” He hesitates, holding my stare. “I came when Daniel was sucking me. As for the anal sex…” He shrugs. “It’s pleasurable in a different way. But just like you weren’t hard the first time… It’s really a matter of technique, communication… Also, talent and size…” He smiles. “That plays a factor as well.”