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She does, hand starting to rub faster, her hips humping the air trying to get friction, and I can’t help but smile. She looks so fucking perfect.

I yank her pants down exposing her bare ass—I’m never letting her wear underwear again—and sweetly caress her right butt cheek.

SMACK!

She jumps and moans but we’re running out of time. I pull the plug out of her mouth and stuck it between her legs, coating it in her, her moan loud and unrestrained like she’s forgotten we’re in public. I drop to one knee and spread her ass cheeks apart, running the plug over her asshole, her whole body tensing up.

I slap her again.

“Relax.”

“What are you going to do . . .”

SMACK!

“Fuckingrelax.”

She breathes hard, putting her forehead to the wall, hand gliding up and down her slit, and I watch as she tries to relax, the backs of her thighs loosening, ass muscles unclenching.

I put the tip of the plug to her asshole and push, the hissing sound of her breath almost making me come in my pants.

“Fuck,” she chokes out.

“Shh!”

I push it in a little more, her body resisting, but I can smell her arousal, can see her wetness starting to slide down her thighs.

We don’t have time for this,I think, and shove it in the rest of the way.

“AAARGH!” she yells, but cuts it off, trying to stay quiet.

I stare at her, ass full, handle perched against her perfect cheeks, and can’t help myself. I lean forward and lap at her thighs, licking her creamy wetness off her legs, watching her pump her fingers in and out of her perfect pussy.

The next time I’m on one knee, I’ll be holding a ring for you.

Fuck.

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My ass feels sofull!Everything is flexing and clenching, a hundred times stronger than when it was just a finger, his tongue lapping at my thighs.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan.

He grips my wrist and yanks my hand out of my pussy.

SMACK!

He slaps my ass again as he quickly stands up, pulling my pants back up, gripping my fingers and licking them clean.

“No, you’re not,” he says.

Then he backs away, smirking, and gestures for me to have a seat.

“Are youfuckingkidding me right now?” I hiss at him, just as someone opens the door.

“I brought you a coffee, Professor,” the girl who asked if I was his niece says, handing him a Tim’s.

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