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Late Again

“You’re late. Chest abroad standing staring piercing beaming eyes straight to my soul.        
“I’....I’m sorry sir” Walking past him over to the table.          
Coming over closer to me he grabs me kissing me inside my mouth, tongues rubbing together he slides his finger down inside me, lips tasting down my body licking sucking slightly tugging, warm ass mouth piece finding my clit using each cheek to spread each lip apart, wrapping the whole circumference of his mouth around my unanticipated pussy slurping, lapping, spitting sucking it right back out of my hole, coochie on swole as a grunted foul word bursts out with no control.            
“Be quiet!” On his knees, arms wrapped around both of my trembling thighs his head emerges, creamy dripping beard making full eye contact with my inner most deepest darkest desires. Grabbing my hips turning my body around, big strong hand forcing my head down, his body soaring South over mine feeling his body heat move like a radar, smacking my ass so hard a whimpering whine finds it way past my sealed lips at the same time both my holes are now being feasted upon.          
Not a single centimeter wasn’t being covered by his soaked demanding tongue, arising from indented knees to his feet tapping heavily directly on to an anxious entrance parting branded cheeks I feel him stroke into me slow and hard the sound of the table pleading that I learned my lesson, his thumbs separate me beginning to grind deep inside my intestines, a sense of fleeting in my body’s language causes him to intensely grab my full cornbread fed hips pulling me in closer and harder on to his dick.            
“Innnnn and outtttt and innnnnnnn and outtttttttt,” he says with a low baritone coaching in sequence, stretching wider, pussy wrapped around him so tight I thought I was going to pop, the way he presses my g-spot massaging each penetration is more aggressive than the last, my pussy quivers in submission witnessing my teacher stuff every inch of him to his balls against my ass.            
“It’s too deep” I moaned lifting my head inching further away, ass upholstered halfway up his sweat beading chest. Wishing school wasn’t so hard his strong physique hovers over me with planted hands forced against the wood.          
“You can do better than that,” pounding rotating moistly ricocheting off his body as my learning cunt squeezes around his dick, puckering talking shit, keen senses telling him I would not do it again, my walls quake giving in while my mouth opens trying to mutter a non existent word, all of my bad behavior squirts viciously splashing back up on the curve of my ass smearing it between us, panting in exhaust heart throbbing steady vibrating him still inside, the sound of silence is now surrounding us  peeking trying to be nosy and get a better view, regenerated hips begin to rev up squishing creamy melodies kissing and licking the side of my face as he whispers into my ear,          
“This time don’t make me punish you”
Written by Calligraphee
Published | Edited 15th Jan 2020
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