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He sits me on the old mantle, and then he drops to a knee. Roughly, my teacher flips one of my legs onto his shoulders, and he looks at me and pauses.
I hold his hair in my fists, and we don’t look away.
My heart pounds hard, as does my aching clit. It is now inches from my teacher’s mouth, and it hungers for him.
The savage tease then swipes his tongue through me. He does it again, long and slow, as he wraps an arm around me. It locks onto my round butt, and Lorenzo swipes my wet folds again.
I whimper.
He does not swipe me again, this time… He thrusts his tongue deep into me. I gasp, and cannot help it, “oh God.”
He swipes his tongue straight between my folds again, and he sucks my clit straight into his lips.
It is wicked and rough. I grab his hair, pulling him in, harder.
As he fucks me with his tongue, I start to lose it. I have not come in over a week, and I have built up stress, anger and lust.
Finally, he inserts three fingers inside me, and with a wet sucking sound, he drives into me hard. He curls them up and he hits that spot.
As he sucks on my clit and pumps my G spot, I can’t last any longer.
I moan loud, call his name, and I come on his face,
Before I catch my breath, Lorenzo carries me to the old kitchen table. The entire cabin is one large room, and as he lays me down, he steps back.
With a fast sweep of his big arm, the table is suddenly clear.
As things crash onto the ground, I bite my lip, and wrap my legs around him. I draw him straight in, he cannot get away from me now.
“Inside, now!” I demand.
We stare deep into each other’s eyes, and we both reach down. We swipe his huge crown up and down my slick folds, and I can’t wait any longer.
As I pull him in, Lorenzo holds my hips.
His free hand then goes to my face, and his hand holds my jaw. His thumb slips into my mouth, and I moan, and I suck it in.
Lorenzo pauses for a second and then in one move, he thrusts into me.
It is almost too much, and I pant as I’m stretched wide.
He gives me a minute to catch my breath, and then he starts to really fuck me. Fuck me like he means it.
He is, as always expert, but this time he is ruthless, and savage. I unravel brutally fast, and finally, as my core tightens around him, we call each other’s names.
We then come together in an earth-shattering orgasm.
I’m unsure, if I can remember either of us coming so explosively, and we are both likely emotionally wrecked.
As Lorenzo lays on top of me sweating and panting, I hold him close. I don’t want to let him go.Not now.
Not ever.
Finally, he slowly pulls out, and he stands. As he helps me up, and into a sitting position, our eyes meet. He then puts his hands on his hips. “Get your things.”
“What?”
“We’re getting married.”
