Phei’s mouth slammed over teacherPatricia Bloom’s in another brutal, devouring claim—lips forcing hers wide, tongue plunging straight in to stroke deep against hers with slow, filthy hunger. She—hisforbidden Chemistry teacher, elegant and untouchable in her crisp blouse and pencil skirt—moaned into him instantly—sharp, broken, half-sob half-surrender—and her nails clawed into his shoulders like she’d fly apart without the anchor.

He tasted every fucking inch of her mouth—sweet, forbidden,addictive.His tongue curled around hers, sucked it slow and hard until she whimpered and arched, pressing her full, heavy tits tight to his chest like she was trying to crawl inside him.

Her mouth tasted so good, Phei didn’t want to stop.

So he didn’t.

His handsownedher next.

One palm raked up her spine—fingers spreading wide over the thin blouse fabric, feeling every violent shiver, every frantic hitch of her ribs as her breathing turned ragged.

He traced her spine which was deeper than any he knew, reverently slow, then slammed his palm to the small of her back andcrushedher deeper against him until her soft, pillowy breasts mashed flat against his pecs,nipplesalready hard little points scraping through layers.

The other hand attacked the high slit she’d left unbuttoned on her skirt—two fingershookingthe edge anddragging upward in one long, deliberate pull.

Fabrichissed,sliding higher, baring the long, smooth length of her thigh until his rough palm met the naked swell of her hip.No panties.

Fuck,she’s going to be the death of me today.

The thought, no, the reality of being here now for the second time making out with his teacher and she’d come today ready... dressed for him and with no panties inside...?Just hot,trembling skin and theinstant quakewhen his thumb grazed the sensitive crease where thigh metcunt.

She gasped hard into his mouth pulling him closer and deeper inot her by his head—he swallowed it, fucked her tongue deeper while she panted against his lips, already dripping on her thighs... herpantless pussyalready wet and anticipating at what he was going to do to her!

He backed her up slow, controlled menace—until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of her lab desk, beakers and test tubes rattling faintly. She hopped up automatically onto the table pulling him with her, at the same time her legs spreading just enough for him toshovebetween them.

She moaned, her back arching his hand finding her waist while she held his shirt tight and his hair.

The skirt gaped wide now as he pushed himself deeper in her thighs—scandalous—baring the full glossy length of her thigh, the shadowed dip where it met her swollen, pantlessdripping pussy, the pussy lips already parted and leaking glistening juices through the small opening.

Asighthe couldn’t see yet.

Such a shame!

His hand on her hip slid under, cupped one perfect ass cheek—kneaded hard, possessive, feeling the bubbly fleshbounceand yield under his grip.

She arched with a tiny helpless cry—he rewarded her with anothertongue-fuckingkiss, slow and nasty, while his thumb dragged along the sensitive underside of her ass, teasing right where cheek met thigh, brushing closer to the tight little pucker hidden there, already slick from the cream trailing down her crack.

Her hands went feral all over him.

Fingertips raked down his open shirt, nails scraping over hard pecs, tracing the deep V of his abs until she reached the thick, iron-hard ridge straining his pants. She moaned low when she felt howmassivehe was—cock throbbing angrily against her inner thigh.

She rolled her hips once—greedy, testing—dragging her bare, soakedcuntlips along the fat length of him, leaving a glossy wet stripe, her slick strings stretching and snapping between them.

She was more wild today.

Maybe after yesterday she’d decided she was going all the way with him.

But the thought of Amber outside the door hearing the crashing materials and her moans was just asstimulating.

He growled—low, wrecked—into her mouth and ground back slow, letting her feel every veined inch drag against her puffy folds, the flared crown catching on her entrance and teasing without entering.

His hand at her back fisted her hair—tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth deeper—while the other traced the inner curve of her thigh, higher, higher, until fingertips brushed drenched,swollen lips.

No fucking panties.

While it was just a thought then... now he could actuallyfeelthem. Open pussy lips of his teacher, nothing in the way—no barriers, no distance, He could feel them with his fingers and his cock just inches away.

Just hot, puffy cunt—lips parted and throbbing, clit already engorged and pulsing visibly under the low light. He brushed two fingers along the outer edges first—soft, swollen flesh yielding like warm velvet under his touch, slick heat radiating against his skin instantly.

The outer lips wereplumpand flushed, almost fever-hot, parting easily as he pressed a little firmer, feeling the delicate inner folds unfold beneath his fingertips—silky, slippery, textured with tiny ridges that caught lightly on his calloused pads.

He dragged down slow, collecting thick, sticky arousal that coated his fingers in warm, glossy layers, strings stretching and snapping as he lifted them slightly.

He circled her clitnext—feather-lightpressure at first—feeling it jump and throb hard against the pad of his thumb, swollen to the point of straining, every tiny pulse visible and electric under his touch.

The hood slid back easily, exposing the slick pearl; it twitched once, twice, as he kept the slow circles, her inner lips fluttering open wider in helpless response, fresh slick welling up and dripping down his knuckles.

That was it—raw, real sensation: the plush give of her teacher’s open cunt on his fingers, hot and alive and completely his to touch.

She broke on a sharp, keening gasp—head falling back, throat bared, eyes rolling as pleasure stabbed through her.

"Phei—fuck—"

He latched onto her throat instead—open-mouthed, sucking hard at the racing pulse while his fingers kept that slow,torturous circle on her swollen clit.The other hand stayed locked in her hair—holding her arched, exposed, trembling—while he played her body like he owned every inch.

And hedid.

Lab door unlocked. Amber on the door, silence except for Ms. Bloom’s ragged breaths. The strict, poisedChemistry teacherwas already shaking—thighs spreading wider, hips rolling shamelessly onto his hand, chasing more.

He kissed her again—deep, consuming—while two fingers slid lower, teasing her dripping entrance, feeling how herpussyfluttered and sucked at nothing, desperate to be filled, walls clenching greedily.

When she moaned his name—soft, wrecked, pleading—he let theGoddess Fall Touchignite.

The first pulse was subtle—warm golden glow blooming from his fingertips straight into her clit like molten sunlight melting her from the core.

Her hips bucked violently—a high, shatteredwailripping out as hercuntclamped down hard, walls spasming around emptiness.Come gushedin a sudden hot flood—clear, forceful jetssquirtinghard, spraying his wrist, soaking her inner thighs, puddling on the lab desk beneath her jiggling ass.

She cameinstantly—brutally—pussyconvulsing in frantic waves, clit throbbing wildly under his thumb,squirtingagain and again in messy arcs that drenched everything. Her moan fractured into a continuous, trembling wail—high, sweet, broken—thighs quaking, back bowing off the desk, tits bouncing wildly with every spasm, nipples scraping her blouse.

He didn’t let up.

Kept circling her clit with the Goddess Fall Touch still active—slow, merciless—pushing the Goddess Fall deeper.

She came again almost immediately—another violent gush, another scream,pussyfluttering and milking air, slick pouring in thick, endless waves down her ass crack, coating her tight little asshole in glossy rivulets, cream frothing at her entrance.

Hoc could she not come... the Goddess Fall Touch was after all something even a coldest Goddess couldn’t resist. Granted he hadn’t tried it on one.

Her cries had turned melodic, desperate—each one higher, needier—body shaking like she’d shatter apart. Hips grinding shamelessly against his hand,pussyclenching andsquirtingin rhythmic spasms, thick strands of cream dripping, her ass cheeksripplingwith every buck against the desk edge.

"Phei—more—please—fuck—ruin me—deeper—"

He growled against her throat—sucking harder at the pulse point—while his fingers never slowed, never let her breathe.

She was alreadyruined.

Pussygaping slightly with every clench, clit pulsing red and swollen,squirtingin shorter, sharper bursts now—coating his forearm, her trembling thighs, the desk, even splashing onto a nearby beaker. Her ass bounced and jiggled with every involuntary thrust of her hips, cream and squirt trailing down the crack in sticky rivers.

He kissed her again—deep, filthy—tongue fucking her mouth in the same rhythm his fingers tortured her clit.

She sobbed his name into his mouth—over and over—body convulsing through orgasm after orgasm (five, six, seven—he lost count), each one wetter, louder, more broken, her voice cracking into one long, continuous wail of surrender.

"Mine,"he rasped against her lips, thumb pressing harder on her oversensitive clit.

"Yours,"she sobbed back—pussyclenching one last violent time,squirtingin a final, messy arc that soaked his shirtfront and dripped to the floor.

He stayed buried—fingers still circling slow, grinding lazy circles over her throbbing clit to drag out every aftershock—while he kissed her throat soft, reverent.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice wrecked. "My perfect fucking Goddess."

She trembled—still leaking, herpussy flutteringaround nothing—already addicted to the way he’d just broken her open,pussyruined and gaping, cream pooling beneath her.

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