Giulia P.

The third language

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Giulia bursts into Edo, Sophie, and Micol's private lesson, turning humiliation into desire. Her predatory smile and bold obedience disrupt the dynamic, while a new spectator, Anna, watches from the shadows.

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The footsteps approached, firm and light, down the deserted corridor. The click of heels on the linoleum mingled with Sophie's still-ragged breathing, as she ran the back of her hand over her swollen lips, wiping away the last traces of saliva and cum. Micol, however, remained motionless, her thighs trembling and her face flushed, her fingers clutching her knees as if they were the only thing holding her in a sea of ​​humiliation. Edo didn't move, his cock still semi-erect and glistening, his eyes fixed on the door as a cruel little smile curved his lips.

The handle lowered with a metallic click .

The door swung open, as if whoever was on the other side had no intention of knocking or waiting for an invitation. A gust of fresh air from the hallway brought with it the smell of detergent and the sweet scent of vanilla deodorant. Then she appeared .

Giulia Piacentini paused in the doorway, her brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail that swayed with every movement, her dark eyes widening briefly before narrowing into mischievous slits. She was short, but not too short—just enough to make her ass, round and firm beneath the tight fabric of her jeans, look even more inviting. She wore a tight T-shirt that sculpted her small but firm breasts, and the smile that lit up her face was so bright it almost seemed out of place in that room filled with sexual tension and humiliation.

"Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice bright and playful, as if she'd just interrupted a card game rather than a scene of submission. "I didn't know there was a meeting going on."

Edo didn't answer immediately. He simply crossed his arms, his cock throbbing slightly, the center of attention, while Giulia let her gaze wander over every detail: Micol's open legs, Sophie's pointed face, his still-swollen member. There was no embarrassment in her eyes, just an almost clinical curiosity, as if she were evaluating the quality of a show she hadn't been invited to.

"Giulia." Edo's tone was flat, but laced with subtle menace. "What the fuck do you want?"

She laughed, a clear sound that seemed to bounce off the dirty classroom walls. "Well, Master, they told me private lessons were held here ." She stepped forward, her heels clicking on the floor, and closed the door behind her with a sharp click of her heel. "And I don't want to miss the chance to learn something."

Sophie, still on her knees, slowly raised her gaze. Her lips burned, the bitter taste of Edo's seed still lingering in her throat, but she didn't move. Micol, however, flinched, her shoulders hunching as if she wanted to disappear inside herself. Giulia, however, didn't seem to notice their hesitation. She approached Edo with a confidence bordering on arrogance, her eyes shamelessly drifting down to his groin.

"Well?" she asked, licking her full lips. "Is there room for another student?"

Edo didn't move, but his breathing became heavier. Giulia wasn't like the others. There was no trace of fear in her, nor Micol's blind submission, nor Sophie's calculated defiance. There was only desire . A desire so palpable that it seemed to fill the room, mingling with the smell of sex and sweat.

"It depends," he finally replied, his voice low and hoarse. "Are you sure you want to play along, Giulia?"

She smiled, and this time the smile was different—sharper, almost predatory. "Master, I love games."

Sansoni leaned close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, close enough for her to smell the musky scent of his arousal. "Then undress."

It wasn't a request. It was an order.

Giulia didn't hesitate. With quick, fluid movements, she slipped off her shirt, revealing a black lace bra that hugged her small but perfectly rounded breasts. Then she unzipped her jeans, slid them down her thighs, and kicked them off, standing before them in only her silk panties and high heels. Her body was slim but toned, her skin smooth and golden under the orange sunset light filtering through the shutters.

“And these?” Edo indicated the panties with a jerk of his chin, his eyes already devouring the curve of her hips.

Giulia bit her lower lip, then, with a slow, provocative movement, pulled the fabric down her legs, revealing a clean-shaven, shiny pubic area. When she straightened, her gaze was fixed on him, her pupils dilated.

"Was that okay, master?"

Edo didn't respond with words. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her head back. Giulia didn't resist; instead, she seemed to push against his touch, her breathing becoming shallow.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, her knees digging into the cold linoleum, her thighs opening slightly, as if she already knew exactly what he wanted. Edo let go of her chin only to run his fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly.

«Open your mouth.»

Giulia obeyed, her lips parting in a perfect oval, her tongue flicking out, moist and inviting. Edo wasted no time. With a sharp movement, he pushed her head forward, forcing her to wrap her lips around his still-damp cock.

“Lick it clean,” he growled, his voice filled with a cruelty that seemed to excite her even more.

Giulia moaned against his skin, the vibration spreading along his shaft, then she began to move, her tongue greedily sliding along the pulsing vein, licking away the residue of Sophie and Micol with a hunger that seemed insatiable. She wasn't shy, she wasn't clumsy—she was good . Too good to be a beginner.

Sophie, still kneeling a few feet away, watched the scene with half-closed eyes, her fingers twitching on her thighs as if she wanted to touch herself but didn't dare. Micol, on the other hand, was purple in the face, her lips parted, her breath coming out in gasps as she watched Giulia work with a dedication bordering on adoration.

"Like this," Edo panted, his fingers tightening in Giulia's hair, pushing her deeper. "Just like that, slut."

She moaned again, her throat contracting around the tip, and for a moment it seemed she wanted to swallow him whole, as if there was nothing she wanted more in the world. Edo closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her warm, moist mouth, then opened them again, his gaze falling on Sophie.

"Come here."

Sophie hesitated only a second before crawling toward him, her slender body moving with feline grace. When she was close enough, Edo grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her down next to Giulia.

«Now lick both of you .»

There was no resistance. Giulia lifted her head slightly, letting Sophie join her, their tongues meeting on his cock, licking and sucking in a synchronized rhythm that almost seemed like a dance. Edo gasped, his fingers tangling in both of their hair, pushing them down harder.

"Just like that," he repeated, his voice growing hoarse. "Just like that, bitches."

Micol, forgotten in the corner, bit her lip until it bled, her hands finally moving, sliding between her thighs to touch where it burned most. No one paid her any attention. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves.

Then, a sharp noise—the door handle going down again.

Everyone froze.

The door burst open, and Anna appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide, her mouth open in pure shock. "Fuck," she whispered, her gaze darting from Edo, with his cock still in the mouths of two girls, to Micol, who was awkwardly covering herself with her hands, to Giulia, who simply smiled, her lips glistening with saliva.

Anna didn't move. She didn't close the door.

He stood there, watching, and something in his gaze said he had no intention of leaving.