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Chapter 6 by heney1282 heney1282

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Their complete lack of self-control

“Their complete lack of self-control,” she whispers seductively before slowly stepping back from you, leaving behind a trail of heat where her body had been pressed against yours. “Come with me,” she says, taking hold of your hand and leading you to the small office attached to the classroom.

The door to the office is slightly ajar, and she pushes it open wider before guiding you inside. The small space is cramped with only a desk and two chairs squeezed in between the walls. Regan closes the door behind her, leaving you both alone in the dimly lit room.

She lets go of your hand and leans back on the desk. “Now on your knees,” Regan says, her voice taking on a huskier tone that sends shivers down your spine.

You lower yourself onto your knees before her, staring up at those perfect, breast rising and falling with her breaths.

“I know what you want,” she purrs, her fingers dancing teasingly around the hem of her skirt before slowly pulling it upward, revealing a pair of lacy black thigh-highs and the dark triangle of her thong. “But first, you’re going to show me just how much you want it,” she says, grabbing hold of your hair and yanking your head forward until your face is buried between her spread legs.

Desperately trying to regain some semblance of control, you manage a raspy reply: “Regan. I... uh...” Your mind is racing, unable to form coherent thoughts as her teasing escalates.

Regan chuckles softly before pulling away slightly. Her eyes lock with yours, the mischievous glint in them growing darker. “You know what you need to do,” she says, licking her lips slowly, and sliding her thong to the side revealing her perfectly smooth pussy lips.

You don’t hesitate for a moment, your tongue darting out eagerly from between your lips to trace the warm, soft folds of her pussy. She moans sweetly in response, her hands coming down to grip tightly onto your hair, pulling you even closer against her wetness.

Your tongue explores every inch of her delicate folds and sensitive nerve endings, teasing and taunting the hard little bud of her clit that beats out a rapid rhythm against your lips. You suckle on it greedily, drawing out another moan of pleasure from deep within her throat.

“Oh fuck yes,” she gasps, her hips rocking back and forth in time with the movements of your mouth.

“Such a good little clit-sucker you are.” Her words are spoken through gritted teeth as she arches her back, offering more of herself to you, begging for more.

You oblige her silent request, diving deeper into her wet heat, feeling her juices coat the entirety of your face and fill your mouth with an intoxicatingly sweet-and-sour taste. Your tongue dances over her sensitive flesh, teasing and teasing until you feel her body begin to tense up underneath you.

She tightens her hold on your hair even further, pulling hard enough that tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “Make me cum!” she growls out, her voice thick with lust and power.

With a **** moan, you redouble your efforts, sucking harder on her sensitive nub while simultaneously thrusting two fingers deep into her tight, wet pussy, circling around that little button of hers that she’s been teasing you with so mercilessly. Her juices flow freely from her swollen sex as she shudders and quivers under your ministrations.

Continuing onward and deeper into her pussy, fucking her mercilessly with both your tongue and fingers, teasing and torturing her until finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment but is likely only a few more agonizing moments, she finally lets out a high-pitched scream-cum-moan that echoes throughout the entire room.

“Finally,” she pants out between ragged breaths, her grip on your hair lessening ever so slightly as you pull away from her wetness with juices dripping from your chin.

Regan pulls her thong off before standing up. She throws it down to you, still on your knees. She straighten her skirt, looks over at you and says, “not bad,” she them walks out of the room leaving you there with a massive hard-on and her soaking wet thong.

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