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After School with Mr. Smith 2

Date: 11/3/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

His tongue wrapped around her clit and flicked it quickly, making her quiver and quake. But to hell with everyone else; let them hear! She gripped the edges of the desk tightly, the pads of her fingers turning pale white from the pressure. Then, as he teased her clit, he slipped two fingers into her pussy. Slowly, he thrust his fingers into her and continued to lick her hungrily, sending her over the edge. “Oh, God. Yes. Mr. Smith. Oh, Mr. Smith. I feel – Oh. God. I’m coming. Yes, I’m coming!” She arched her back violently and writhed in ecstasy as wave after wave of her climax hit her core. Even when she had finished, he continued licking her and pumping his fingers into her, causing her to convulse sporadically with over stimulation. Her eyes closed, she felt his fingers exit her and his mouth leave her pussy. A moment later, she felt a slick finger touch her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his fingers sliding across her lips, her cum still on them. Mr. Smith slid his fingers into her mouth and she slowly licked off her own juices, sensuously wrapping her tongue around his fingers. The taste seemed to serve as an aphrodisiac and she felt readier than ever. Taylor rose and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. “Now, please. I can’t take it anymore.” Her hands reached the top of his pants and fumbled at the belt. He simply stood against her, smiling at her desperate eagerness to continue. She flung the belt away and pulled his pants and boxers down. He ... stepped out of them and pressed himself against her wet fount. Taylor looked up at him, her vision hazy from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her veins, and saw his jaw tighten. His composure seemed to be slipping. She smiled. She wrapped her arms under his and braced herself as she felt his swollen head begin to enter her, teasing her, making her go insane with pleasure. She concentrated on the soft cotton fabric of his sweater to keep from exploding. Suddenly, her pleasure gave way to anxiety. He had locked the door, right? What were they even doing? Her body froze against the desk and she looked up at Mr. Smith. His eyes closed for a long moment, then opened again and met her gaze. She gasped. What were they doing? “No.” Quickly, she pulled her hands away from him and supported herself defensively on his desk. What am I doing? “What?” “We – we can’t do this. What are we doing? Oh, my God.” She tried pulling herself away from him, but he grabbed her arm with one hand and her waist with the other. “Taylor –” “No, no, we can’t do this. We can’t do this!” She suddenly felt so filthy, so vile, as if she had been bathing in a muddy bog. “Taylor… Taylor!” Thrashing, she felt both of his strong hands on her wrists. He pulled her toward him. Scared, she stopped struggling. “Sh... Calm down. Relax. It’s all right. You are with me now.” “But what are we doing? What am I doing here?” Her eyes glistened with tears. They fell when she closed her eyes. Mr. Smith said nothing. She ...