Matilde B.

Seed and sweat

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Edo brutally dominates Anne, humiliating her with orders and violent penetration, while Matilde, an unexpected witness, is drawn into a game of power and desire. Tensions explode when Edo challenges her, revealing a vulnerable Matilde beneath her controlling facade.

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Edo's body tensed, the muscles in his arms tensing as he dug his fingers into Anne's hips, holding her against the edge of the counter. His breathing was labored, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat and dried milk. With a guttural growl, he almost completely withdrew from her, leaving only the tip of his wet, throbbing cock to touch her already swollen and reddened anus. Anne moaned, her body trembling in anticipation, her thighs shaking with small, involuntary spasms.

He didn't give her time to catch her breath. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Edo came on top of her, his seed spraying in thick white streaks across her face, her parted lips, even through the brown hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. The first jet hit her left eye, making her jump, then another covered her cheek, trickling slowly toward her chin. Anne coughed, the salty taste filling her mouth, but she didn't dare close her lips. He knew what he wanted from her.

"Lick me." Edo's voice was a hoarse command, his fingers gripping the back of her neck to push her face against his abdomen. "Clean me, whore."

Anne obeyed without hesitation, her tongue extending to collect the sticky drops from his warm skin. She started from her thighs, moving up her contracted abdomen, feeling the bristly hairs glued to her under the tip of her tongue. Each lick was accompanied by a muffled moan, her body writhing instinctively, trying to relieve the burning pain of her anus still clenched around nothing. Edo gave her no respite. With one hand, he held her head pressed against his belly, while with the other, he plunged two fingers into her soaking pussy, feeling her walls contract around them.

"That's it, good slut." Her fingers moved in slow circles, stretching the internal tissues as Anne continued to lick, saliva mixed with semen dripping from the corners of her mouth. "You can't get enough, huh?"

He didn't wait for an answer. In one fluid motion, he pushed her down, forcing her to kneel on the cold floor, her knees creaking on slicks of congealed milk. Before she could catch her breath, Edo was on top of her, his cock penetrating her anus in a single, violent thrust. Anne screamed, her nails scraping the linoleum, her body arching back to accommodate him. He didn't stop. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to pound her, his balls slamming against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

The classroom door creaked open.

Edo froze mid-movement, his cock still buried up to the hilt in Anne's ass, sweat dripping from his eyes. He looked up, his lips still parted in a broken growl.

Matilde Bonifacio stood in the doorway, the dim light of the hallway casting a thin shadow on the wall behind her. She wore faded jeans and a tight black T-shirt, her dark hair cut just below her shoulders, her brown eyes surveying the scene with an almost eerie calm. She wasn't beautiful—her nose slightly too prominent, her lips thin—but she had the kind of presence that didn't go unnoticed: her upright posture, her direct gaze, her hands buried in her jeans pockets, as if she were there for a chat and not to find her classmate fucking a girl in the ass on their classroom floor.

"Sorry." Matilde's voice was flat, almost bored. "I didn't know there were private lessons."

Anne moaned, her body contracting around Edo's cock, which hadn't yet shown any signs of withdrawing. He, however, smiled. A slow, predatory smile, which tugged at the corner of his mouth, still glistening with dried cum.

"Matilde." Her tone was almost affable. "What a surprise."

He let go of her hips only to grab her hair, yanking Anne's head back with a jerk that made her eyes water. "Get up." The command was curt. Anne obeyed with difficulty, her legs shaking as she stood, her ass clenching around the gap he left, a trickle of cum mixed with lubrication running down her thigh. Edo didn't even look at her. With a sharp push between her shoulder blades, he sent her crashing into the counter behind him, her breasts bouncing, her milk splashing in milky drops onto the scratched wood.

"Out." He jerked his chin toward the door, his eyes still fixed on Matilda. "Go join the other whores."

Anne hesitated only a second, then picked up the shreds of her shirt from the floor, barely concealing her naked body, and walked toward the corner of the classroom where the other girls were slumped, their gazes vacant and their mouths half-open. Sophie moved slightly aside to make room for her, her lips swollen and her breasts still marked by Edo's bites.

Matilde didn't move. "I'm not here to play your games, Edo."

He laughed, a low laugh that vibrated in his chest as he approached her, his cock still hard and slick, the veins pulsing beneath his taut skin. "No?" He stopped a step away, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. "Then why are you still here?"

Matilde crossed her arms, the fabric of her T-shirt stretching over her small but firm breasts. "I wanted to ask you something for my history project, but I can come back later."

Edo reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek, then trailing down her neck, feeling her racing pulse beneath her skin. "After what?"

She didn't move away, but her pupils dilated slightly. "After you've finished humiliating everyone you meet."

He smiled again, this time with his teeth. "Are you jealous, Boniface?"

"About what? About your collection of wasted sluts?" Matilde shook her head, but didn't pull away when his fingers slid further down, brushing the button of her jeans. "That's not my thing."

"Too bad." Edo didn't wait for permission. In one swift movement, he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down along with her white cotton panties, letting them slide down to her ankles. Matilde gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself, but she didn't try to cover herself. Her sex was shaved, her outer lips dark pink, already slightly moist.

«What the fuck—»

"Don't you like being treated like a whore?" Edo grabbed her wrist, turning her around, then pushed her forward until her hands were resting on the counter where he'd just fucked Anne. The wood was still sticky with milk. "Or are you just good at acting tough?"

Matilde gritted her teeth, but couldn't resist when he pushed her legs apart with his knee, forcing her to widen her stance. "Edo, I swear, if you don't—"

She didn't finish the sentence. He penetrated her pussy with two fingers without warning, sinking in all the way, feeling her tight walls closing around him with a moist heat. Matilde gasped, her back arching, her fingers gripping the wood.

"Shut up." Edo bit her earlobe, then licked her neck, feeling the saltiness of her sweat. "Now I'm going to fuck you, and you shut up."

He didn't give her time to respond. With one hand, he held her head down, and with the other, he guided his cock between her thighs, rubbing the wet tip against her pussy lips before sinking inside her in one violent thrust. Matilde cried out, the sound muffled by the pressure of his hand on her nape, her nails scraping the counter. She was tight, tighter than she'd expected, her inner muscles contracting around him as if trying to push him out.

"Fuck, you're so skinny." Edo growled, almost completely withdrawing before sinking back in, feeling the resistance slowly give way, replaced by a viscous heat. "But you like it, huh? You like being taken like a slut."

Matilde shook her head, but her body betrayed every word. Her thighs trembled, her buttocks rising slightly to meet each thrust, moans escaping her with each deep thrust. Edo increased the pace, his hips slamming against her ass with sharp thrusts, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the room, mingling with the labored breathing of the other girls who watched in silence.

"Tell me." He tugged at her hair, forcing her to arch her back, his cock rubbing against the most sensitive spot inside her. "Tell me you're a slut."

Matilde pressed her lips together, but when he bit her shoulder, the pain and pleasure were too much. "Yes." The word came out like a hiss. "I'm a slut."

Edo growled with satisfaction, his fingers digging into her hips as he accelerated, his balls tightening in readiness. It didn't last long. With one final brutal thrust, he came inside her, his seed spurting out in thick, hot waves, filling her until she felt every pulse of his cock.

Matilde moaned, her body convulsing with an involuntary orgasm, her pussy walls contracting around him, squeezing out every drop. But Edo didn't stop. He kept pumping, even as his cock began to soften, feeling his cum begin to leak out, too abundant to contain.

"Holy shit." Matilda gasped, feeling the warm liquid run down her thighs, dripping onto the floor. "You have too much, damn it."

Edo finally withdrew, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound, followed by a thick trickle of cum that slid down her body, staining her jeans, which were still down around her ankles. Matilde remained bent over, her arms shaking from the effort of holding herself up, her breathing labored.

He ran a hand over his sweaty face, then slapped her ass, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. "You can go now, Boniface. Or stay and lick the floor, if you prefer."

Matilde slowly straightened, mechanically pulling up her jeans, her fingers trembling as she buttoned them. She didn't look at him or the other girls. Without a word, she turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving behind only the smell of sex and the pool of cum slowly spreading on the linoleum.