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"Hello, Marina," he smiled, "have a seat."

"Hello, Pyotr Alexandrovich," Marina lowered her eyes shyly and sat down opposite his desk.

who was extremely behind in his subject. He harbored no personal ambitions, especially since he had been married for many years. Lately, they had been quarreling quite often, but doesn't that happen in every family, right?

Marina had come to him for the fourth time already.

"Let's begin, shall we," said the teacher, averting his gaze from the girl's ample bust.

They studied for about two hours; outside the windows, it was beginning to get dark, and it was time to leave.

"I want you..."

And now she was on the desk again. He pulled off her panties and skirt, tossing them aside. Marina stuffed three fingers into her cave, but at that moment, Pyotr Alexandrovich moved closer to her and licked the fingers she had just pulled out of her wet pussy. After thoroughly licking each finger, he began to lick and suck the juices from her parted labia. His face was pressed tightly against her thighs.

While caressing her clitoris, he simultaneously pushed two of his fingers right into the cave. She was wet and long ready to receive him. The teacher gently pressed his lips against her, sensing the scent of perfume that Marina had moistened there with beforehand. Maybe she really had planned something like this? Although, in the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter at all. Pyotr Alexandrovich inserted another finger, Marina began to moan. He wanted to heat her up to the limit and bring her to the brink of orgasm. The moment she started rhythmically thrusting her pussy forward, he stopped. The student looked at him puzzled.

Pyotr Alexandrovich stood up slightly, pulled Marina closer to him, and entered her. She moaned. The teacher placed his palm on her breast; the tender, warm skin of her breast instantly and pleasantly filled his hand. Pressing his lips to one of her nipples, he took the other between two fingers. Then he slipped his hand down and stroked her thigh. Marina moved towards him, demonstrating her desire and wanting to continue.

"Tell me," he asked, "how passionately you want me."

Marina whispered:

"I want your cock to be inside me all the time. I want you to love me until I lose consciousness. I want to come."

She pressed against him and caught his earlobe with her lips, wrapping her legs around and squeezing his waist.

At first, Pyotr Alexandrovich moved slowly, one hand continuing to hold her breast, while the other reached down, touching and gently stroking the girl's flat stomach and straight back, the velvety skin of her buttocks and firm thigh. But, gradually accelerating the pace, he felt an approaching orgasm. Marina also noticed that he was already at his peak and in a few moments wouldn't be able to hold back. And she made him slow down and pause.

Then, after the impending orgasm, without arriving, began to subside, he started all over again, but this time very slowly. His hands stroked the girl's entire body. Her breasts, stomach, thighs, and ass, which he took with both hands and squeezed slightly. Then his fingers slid to her back hole. Marina felt the orgasm beginning to return to her from deep inside, her movements became even faster. The teacher's finger was still inside her back hole, with his hand trapped between her ass and the desk. She leaned back a little and, moaning, began to caress her breasts with her hands. At this sight, the teacher became even more aroused. Soon Marina began to come. It seemed as if a brick wall had collapsed inside her; his cock sat tightly in her vagina, which was contracting and absolutely unwilling to let him go. She removed his finger from her anus and got up. Not a single word could come to her mind. The teacher smiled broadly and asked:

"Well, was it good?"

She sighed and said:

"Yes, you could say so, or maybe even better."

"And now I'd like to get my share of pleasure."

Marina looked down: his cock was swaying, maintaining its previous size.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Good, lie on your stomach on the desk, just so your ass is at the edge."

The student complied, and he stood behind the desk and placed his cock against her pussy. Then, taking hold of the girl's hips, he slowly inserted it inside.

Leaning over her, Pyotr Alexandrovich gently kissed her neck, then her ear. Marina felt the man's chest hair, damp with sweat, rubbing against her back. The rhythm of his movements became faster, and his breathing louder. She felt him sinking deeper and deeper into the insatiable maw.

As much as possible, Marina adjusted to his rhythm. Pyotr Alexandrovich's phone rang. Paying no attention to the ringtone, he continued moving, sweating from excitement. Gasping for breath, Pyotr Alexandrovich struggled to hold back his orgasm.

Compared to this chestnut-haired goddess, his wife was just a gray mouse, a bland and unremarkable woman. He continued to drill into her with his cock, occasional words escaping his lips:

"Marina... sunshine..."

He stopped and pulled out his cock.

"I'm going to come now."

Marina deftly twisted on the desk and, squatting down, took his cock into her mouth with her lips. She managed only a few movements before Pyotr Alexandrovich trembled, jerked sharply, moaned, jerked again, and then thrust his cock sharply into her mouth, and a hot stream shot out. He didn't release it until he was completely spent. Then he sat down on the chair, exhausted. He looked at Marina and smiled:

"You're amazing..."

Spitting on all the rules, he took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a satisfied face and a smile.