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“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, new kid?” Dendra asks, glancing back over her shoulder at Florian. She’s gotten so much closer to the transfer student, finding his skills in battle draw her in time and time again. But, in truth, it goes a lot further than just admiring his skills by now, doesn’t it?
“Mhm,” Florian answers, as he reaches up, sliding his hands past her hips. She’s bent over his bed, and he can feel the heat of her body beneath his hands. He grabs the hem of her sweat pants, pulling them down slowly, so slowly, past her ass. Dendra can feel him exposing her, and the instructor bites her lip. Fuck, it’s been too long, and if this kid can really deliver, she knows she needs this. Part of her does wish she hadn’t worked up such a sweat training earlier, but if the kid insists on doing this with her, he must expect that sort of thing… right?
It took her some time to realize their relationship wasn’t quite innocent, and even more time for her to actually act on it. She didn’t think that the timid boy she rode in the height of her passion would turn out this forward, but she’s not exactly complaining, either. With her sweat pants pulled down to her knees, her panties are exposed, and bent forward like this, Dendra can feel them clinging to her body. She’s a bit self conscious, knowing Florian is just staring at the outline of her cunt. How much did she sweat, anyway?
Can he see her, through the damp fabric? The thought turns her on, which she knows is only going to lead to her panties getting that much wetter, but hell, what can she do now? She gasps as she feels Florian bury his face in against her, inhaling her scent, and she shudders when she realizes what he’s doing.
“Ahh, damn it, Florian… you really wanted this, huh?” she asks, and the boy pulls back, nodding.
“Yes, miss Dendra,” he answers, and she feels a rush.
“You wanted to sniff your teacher’s sweat this bad? You’re not going to pass just on flattery, you know,” she says. His only answer is to pull her panties aside, and press his tongue into her folds. She whimpers, burying her face in the bedding beneath her. She clenches the sheets, knuckles turning white as she struggles to keep up with this feeling. He pushes in deeper, licking her, tasting her, and Dendra moans into the bed.
Damn it! She didn’t expect it to be this good, for him to actually have some skill with his tongue. It’s as if he’s been training for this, studying and researching a way to make his teacher go to pieces. It’s working, and Dendra finds she can’t do a thing but ride out the feeling of his tongue tracing shapes within her. Her sweat mingles with her arousal, and the taste floods Florian’s mouth. It’s better than he imagined, and he is happy just to have the chance to worship Dendra’s body like this.
The way she moans and whimpers, shuddering beneath his assault, is enough to thrill him. He can feel his arousal building, thrilled to have her right where he wants her. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t pull back until he can feel her trembling beneath his efforts. Shuddering, whimpering, her body hardly able to keep up with the pleasure she feels. And when she finally stops, he lets up. He pulls back, and he rises to his feet.
Dendra is in a daze, panting as she rests her head on the soft bedding beneath her. And when she feels Florian’s cock pushing in against her, she doesn’t even dream of stopping him. The kid earned having his way with her, as far as she’s concerned.