C*M-STATION: A Sinful Erotic Compilation

F*ked my tutor 2

“What are you doing, Alex?” she asked, but her voice betrayed her, revealing more than she meant to. I could already see how much she wanted it, just as much as I did.

“I was going somewhere very important,” I whispered as I reached for the inside of her thigh. “And you stopped me. Now you’ll pay.”

“You need to stop,” she parted her legs wider, an invitation I couldn't ignore. My fingers traced up her inner thigh making the fabric of her skirt bunching.

“Tell me why. If you get it correctly, then I'll let you go.”

“Because I'm older than…” she started but the words faltered as my fingertips reached the lace edge of her panties.

She was already warm there. My heart pounded loudly. I hadn't even expected this. But the gap year had taught me to seize moments.

I pressed gently, rubbing the outline of her p***y through the thin barrier.

“We can't.” she whispered, but her hand stayed on the table, gripping the edge instead of stopping me.

A slow smirk appeared on my lips. Now this was what I wanted.

My index finger slipped under the lace, finding the folds slick and swollen.

She was very wet and her arousal coated my skin immediately as I traced the seam of her lips, parting them slowly.

“Mmph,” she muffled a soft sound.

She pressed her lips together and covered her mouth with her free hand.

Her eyes darted to the door, then back to me, wide and heated. And in those eyes, I saw the permission I needed. It was as if she was silently begging me not to stop.

And God help me, I was so f*****g ready to ruin her.

I circled her c**t with my fingertips, the small nub hardening under my touch.

I rubbed in slow circles, feeling her hips shift subtly on the chair, seeking more pressure.

“Feels good?” I asked, my voice husky, thumb now joining to hold back the hood for direct contact.

She nodded, a muffled ‘yes’ escaping through her fingers as her body tensed.

Her p***y clenched around nothing as her juices trickled down to wet my palm.

Damn. Had she been thinking about someone before coming here. If not, how come she was this ready? Or was she craving me already?

“More,” she breathed as she threw her head backwards.

I dipped my finger lower, sliding it into her entrance which was tight and hot. Her walls gripped me like velvet.

Then, I pumped slowly, in and out, the motion making a faint, wet sound that blended with the scratch of her pen pretending to mark my work

“Keep explaining the problem,” I said with a grin as my finger curled inside her to strike that sensitive spot along her inner wall.

Anora's voice came out shaky, muffled words tumbling as she tried to continue the lesson.

“So, to solve X…mmph, you factor…ohh.” Her explanation broke into a stifled moan when I added a second finger, stretching her wider.

The fullness made her squirm and her hand clutched the pen harder as I scissored my fingers, opening her up.

Her c**t throbbed under my thumb's relentless circles, fast now, building the pressure.

Wetness seeped out, soaking my hand and the edge of her panties.

“You're so wet for me,” I whispered, leaning closer. My c**k was now fully hard and straining against my zipper.

I thrust my fingers deeper and faster, the squelch growing louder despite her efforts to stay composed

Her hips buckled slightly, chasing the rhythm.

“Alex, please…mmhmm, right there.” Her pleas filtered through.

Her walls fluttered around me, tightening as orgasm neared.

I hooked my fingers harder against her g-spot as my thumb flicked her c**t in sharp bursts.

The release hit her suddenly.

Anora's body arched, p***y spasming widely around my digits.

“Mmph! I'm cumming,” she gasped into her hand. The words were barely audible but they were desperate.

Juices gushed, coating my wrist as she rode the waves, thighs quivering.

Seeing her like that, God I wanted to push my d**k deep inside and f**k the living hell out of her.

I kept pumping through it, drawing out every pulse until she slumped, panting. Her eyes were glazed with aftershocks.

I withdrew slowly, her p***y clenching at the loss, and brought my fingers to my lips.

I wrapped my hand around her jaw and tilted her head sideways to look at me.

Then, I sucked them clean with a deliberate slurp.

The taste of her, salty-sweet, made my c**k throb.

Anora straightened her skirt with trembling hands, cheeks flushed crimson, but a spark of mischief lit her eyes.

“Now, maybe you can actually solve this equation.” She said, voice breathy, though we both knew this session had veered fat from academics.

“s**t, I'm soaked.” She cursed as she stood up. Her skirt was drenched from her release.

“You can't go home looking like that.” I said, getting up from my chair. “You look like you peed on yourself.”

“It's your doing,” she nudged my shoulder slightly as she laughed softly. “Do you have anything I can change into?”

I thought about what I could do. Normally I'd tell her it wasn't my business or that she should sort herself out but I wasn't done with her. The real fun hadn't even begun.

“I can get you my mom's skirt.” I said, examining the size of her hips. “You both are almost the same size.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

I stood up to go and get it. But when I returned, she was already undressed. She sat on the study desk, her legs spread wide and that fresh looking still dripping p***y was staring invitingly at me. Her breasts were firm and huge, the type I loved and her n*****s were hard with desire.

God, I couldn’t lie. Her body was way sexier than Mia’s. f**k. My d**k was now pointing at her like a gun.

Only Mom knew where in the world she found such a woman to be my tutor.

My chest tightened. She really was testing my patience, and she had me at a point of no return.

“Can I get the skirt?” she asked, tilting her head to one side as she stared at me seductively.

God, she really was testing my patience, pushing me further into a place of no return.