Fucked by the Professor in his wife's bed.

Continued from Next Classroom: Anal with the Professor. - I'll call you my little whore. Is that what you want me to call you? - It makes me even more horny, Professor. Professor Paulo pulled the quilt that adorned the bed. The contact with the white satin was delicious. I could feel my body on fire. His hard-on had increased further with anal sex. He smoothed my whole body, giving me chills with the touch of his hand on my skin. The warmth of her lips drove me crazy, and I could feel her kisses and sucking on my belly. I was twisting and turning like a snake, his hands smoothed my back from the back of my head to my buttocks, going back and forth, ripping me off. More moans and shivers of intense pleasure and hard-on. - I'll kill you with such pleasure, Ayeska.- he said with his body already on mine. Lying on my stomach, I felt the weight of Professor Paulo's body on mine, his cock always hard, poking my thighs. Feeling the warm breath on the back of my neck, I said without turning. - Fuck me good, eat your whore eat... - I'll fuck you yes... I'll stick my dick in that little pink groove... it must be so tight that not even your ass... - he answered by giving three little bites on the tip of my ear. To spice it up a bit more, I turned around so he could see just a little bit of my right breast. - Oh, you son of a bitch... he grabbed my boob and gave it a little twist on the beak, almost ripping it off. I let out a scream of pain. - Aiii... evil... evil teacher... look what he did... - I stood up more so that he would see the red that covered my breast. He kissed the spot, licked it, and sucked some. - Come on...fuck me...I want to feel your dick stuck in my little mouth teacher..I'm melodic, my mouth is blinking wanting your dick stuck in it... I asked as his lips climbed to my chin and then to my lips, in short, wet kisses. I was running a fever, with a hard-on coming out of every pore in my body. My breasts were aching. The teacher's tongue sucked my tongue, while to make it easier I turned more to the side, his hands went down my waist, down my stomach and then up to wrap my breasts. Meanwhile, my thighs moved restlessly, trying to brush against that stick that stood upright, completely hard. We kissed for a long time, he sucked on my lips, nibbled on them, devoured them in an anxiety that grew by the minute. We rubbed each other deliciously, rocking our bodies on the bed. Suddenly he turned me over on the bed. Something quick and unexpected, your gasping breath. Lying on her back, she looked up at the blue ceiling of her bedroom. Professor Paulo would kiss my feet and climb up my legs, providing a perfect fit for his head at the most vulnerable point of my thirsty body. Her eyes sparkled with ecstasy as she gazed at my secretions-soaked femininity. That torture was sadistic. His tongue licked my vulva from top to bottom, my body arched and groaned loudly. After many licks on my vulva, it went towards my vagina, sank into it, I felt its tongue rub against the vaginal walls. The professor's tongue was massaging my vagina. I would suggest being an expert on oral sex. - Oh...this...teacher...very good...don't stop...Oh Paulo!..what a delight...my bouquet is leaking...ahhhh...aaasou his little whoreaaaaaa... - and I laughed at the audacity of that tongue that seemed to have a life of its own and that every moment sank deeper inside me. Once again I melted all over and he tasted my juice that I released in abundance. It didn't, the teacher was trying to drive me crazy or exhaust me completely. I can't take it anymore. Professor Paulo violently sucked my vagina, his lips positioned on my big labia he sucked violently, even frightening me. Without him waiting, just like he did to me minutes ago, I did to him. I turned my body and my head was exactly in the direction of his cock and the height of my mouth. I poked his stick, stroked it, sucked it, and caught it between my teeth, then let it slip slowly until the glans got stuck and I could slip my tongue over it, snatching moans of pleasure from the teacher. He, in turn, again used his mouth and tongue on my bouquet. An exchange of intimate caresses. - Ahhhhhhhhh fuck me right away ...I want your dick inside my cunt...it's killing me like this... I sat on the bed, my body sweaty, my red hair completely wet from all that madness, but I still felt insatiable. Sitting across from me, he stared at me for a while. - Your eyes are shining, your cheeks are flushed, you're beautiful all sweaty... His hand went towards my breasts, bypassed it, went towards the dividing furrow and began to go through it. The other hand went to the other breast, with slow and delicate caresses, then made a slight pressure I went to lie down on the bed. My breasts started to go up and down like crazy. Lying down, he opened my legs, took a pillow and put it on my buttocks. In a very comfortable position, with that pillow under her buttocks, legs open, she held her vagina in a strategic position to be invaded. Huddling between my legs, he brushed his dick into the warm, mealy opening of my bouquet. Your glans rubbing against my little grill. I could feel his head going into my closet, I could feel that hard nerve going in, millimeter by millimeter, into my tight closet. That motherfucker coming in, breaking through, our gasping breaths. Professor Paulo looked at me with staring eyes, sweaty forehead. I shouted, and with rapid strokes, trying to penetrate deeper and deeper, his movements more vigorous. As the plunges deeper and deeper into my bouquet progressed, I burst into laughter. - Suck me with your little mouthpiece Ayeska..ahhhhhhh tight mouthpiece...suck my cock suck... - Ahhhhhhh teacher, louder...deeper...your little whore is having funoo...aaaaa In the next second, I felt that stick grow even deeper inside me, making it almost impossible to move it back and forth and then it mocked, spurred its semen, pouring into my bowels its mockery in jets and more jets I clung tightly to Professor Paulo's body, which squeezed me more and more.