Emile's goodbye

She'd only left a small bag and a sweater down in the bedroom, where she'd talked with Charles a few hours past and gotten my face painted by Emile.

"Guess that's it then, huh?" Emile almost looked sad.

"Don't tell me Emile, supreme lover of Trump university, is going to miss little old me?" Emma said with a sly smile.

"Miss you? Of course not. I'll miss those" he said and squeezed Emmas breast.

A few days ago she would have been horror stricken by such a gesture, now she only laughed.

"How about a proper goodbye then?" Emma said and leaned in close to kiss him.

He held her for a moment in a tender kiss, before grabbing a hold of her head to push her down.

"No wait" she said "why don't you go down on me this time?"

"oh... I don't usually do that" he said, thoughtfully "but I suppose I can make an exepction"

"Emile" she looked him in his eyes "let's make this last time sensual"

"Sensual?" he said "of course! I'm nothing if not sensual" Emma scoffed.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs. Emile was surprisingly gentle, and seemed to know what he was doing, despite the stated lack of prcatice.

"Oh god yes" Emma said, and did not fake it. She grabbed a hold of his hair and held him close, his toung circling her clit all the while "YES! YES! YES!" the first time since arriving in UMSRA she orgasmed, and what an orgasm it was. Her whole body trembled as she held Emiles face firm against her pussy. She took a hold of Emiles' head, lead him up to her and kissed him,

"My turn" she whispered. She pushed him back on the sofa and kissed his neck, then moved her was down his body. He's massive cock seemed even more imposing than usual as she put it in her mouth and began sucking it. She could feel him tense up as she worked her way up and down the shaft, stroking it all the while.

Emile reached out and grabbed a hold of her hair, before she knew it he was fucking her face.

Emma pulled back and coughed, spit running down her chin. "Sensual, Emile! Remeber? No facefucking please"

"Sorry Emma, **** of habit" he shrugged apologetically.

She climed up and turned her back against him, pressing herself against him, feeling his still wet cock against her back. It didn't take long for him to push in.

He lasted longer than usual, turning her ever which way. Pressing her head against the pillow while plowing her from behind one moment, lifting her against him the other.

"I'm getting closer, can I fuck your face just a little bit?" he panted.

Emma wasn't about to argue, he'd been on his best behaviour after all and that should be rewarded."Fine" she said, Emile pushed her to her knees and grabbed the back of her head, a familiar move by now. As he began thrusting deep into throat she could feel the spit trickling down her stomach.

"I'm cumming!" he yelled and pulled back. His cum shot out of him, splashing against her face and tits.

Emma could not help but to let out a chuckle "Explosive" she said.

Emile went up to her and she cleaned the cum from his cock out of instinct, a taste I've grown fond of, she tought.

She stood up "Well, that's it then. I'd better get going" Emma said.

"Don't forget, you promised the principal you'd visit him _before _you left. Mr. Santos is not a man you want to disappoint"