Couple 4

Submission and Desire

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Edo dominates the scene, commanding Letizia and Sophie to fulfill his desires. Between violent kisses, brutal penetrations, and extreme pleasure, the two girls surrender to his control, discovering a new dimension of desire.

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The air in the classroom was thick, filled with a mixture of sweat, semen, and the sweet scent of female arousal. Edo ran his tongue over his lips, still swollen from Giulia's bites, while his gaze slid between Letizia and Sophie, fixed on the contrast that excited him more than anything else. One was all generous curves, raw flesh that seemed to be about to break through the skin, the other a blade of trembling grass, with those thick glasses that gave her the air of a perverse scholar. Perfect.

“Come here,” he ordered Letizia, his voice a growl that brooked no argument. She didn’t need to be asked twice: she approached with her back straight, her hips swaying in a calculated motion, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Sophie, however, remained still, her fingers twisting nervously around the frames of her glasses, as if she could hide behind that gesture. Edo reached out, grasping her wrist with enough force to make her knuckles white. “You too. Now. ”

He yanked her toward him, slamming her against his chest. Sophie let out a small, strangled sound, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose before she adjusted them automatically, almost obsessively. Edo didn't give her time to breathe. He grabbed her chin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her cheeks, and kissed her.

It wasn't a kiss. It was an assault.

His mouth crashed against Sophie's with a force that made her teeth clatter against her lips, his tongue rushing in without warning, exploring, conquering, suffocating. Sophie tried to retreat, but Edo held her head down, one hand behind her neck, the other gripping her breast so tightly that a moan of pain escaped through the kiss. The lenses of her glasses instantly fogged up, their hot breaths condensing on the glass, and Sophie closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against the frames. She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe, she could only feel —the metallic taste of blood where she'd bitten her lip, the weight of Edo's body pressing her against the desk, the hard wood scraping her bare back.

Meanwhile, Letizia did not wait for orders.

She was already kneeling behind him, her hands undoing his belt with quick, expert movements. The sound of the leather opening was lost in the wet thrum of Edo's kiss, but when her fingers wrapped around the already hard shaft, he moaned against Sophie's mouth, a guttural sound that vibrated in the girl's bones. Letizia wasted no time: she spat into her palm, rubbed the slimy liquid along the length of Edo's cock, then swallowed it deep, her throat contracting around the swollen tip.

Edo pulled away from Sophie with a sharp jerk, leaving her panting, her lips swollen and red, her glasses now completely fogged up. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice hoarse. Sophie obeyed, her thighs trembling as they parted, exposing her pink, glistening pussy, already wet despite her fear. Edo didn't penetrate her. Not yet.

Instead, he turned to Letizia, who was still sucking him greedily, her cheeks hollowed, one hand massaging her clit in circular motions. "Get up," he said, grabbing her by the hair. Letizia stood up with a provocative smile, her lips glistening with saliva, and turned around, resting her hands on the desk, her high, round ass offered like a sacrifice.

Edo was not kind.

He entered her in a single, violent thrust, his cock slamming into her balls-deep, without warning, without caress. Letizia gasped, her fingers gripping the wood, her nails scraping the surface. But she didn't complain. Instead, she pushed back, meeting his thrust, her body already adjusting to the brutality of the rhythm. Edo began pounding her, his hips slamming against her ass with sharp thrusts, the sound of skin slamming against skin echoing through the room.

“Do you like it, whore?” he asked, grabbing her hips so hard he knew he'd leave marks. Letizia laughed, a hoarse sound, almost a growl. “More,” he replied, and Edo gave it to her.

Each thrust was a hammer blow, his cock almost completely withdrawing before slamming itself back into her, eliciting moans that were half pain, half ecstasy. But after a few minutes, the pain vanished. Replaced only by the liquid fire coursing through her veins, the pure pleasure that made her pussy contract around him, squeezing him, strangling him, as if she wanted to keep him prisoner inside her.

Sophie, still leaning against the desk, watched them through her fogged-up glasses, breathing heavily. Her fingers, without realizing it, had slipped down between her legs, and she was now rubbing her clitoris with timid movements, mesmerized by the spectacle. Edo noticed. Of course.

He withdrew from Letizia with a sharp jerk, leaving her empty and moaning, then grabbed Sophie by the wrists, wrenching her hands away. “No,” he told her, his voice a sharp command. “You don’t touch yourself. I decide when you come.” He pushed her down, forcing her to kneel where Letizia had been. Sophie obeyed, her knees shaking on the sticky floor, her sweaty palms resting on Letizia’s thighs. Letizia had turned away, her body slick, her eyes bright with lust.

Edo positioned himself behind Sophie, his hands gripping her thin hips, his fingers digging into barely there flesh. "Look at her," he commanded, indicating Letizia with a jerk of his chin. Sophie looked up, her glasses sliding back down her nose, and saw Letizia touching herself, two fingers buried in her soaking pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit with slow, teasing movements.

Then Edo entered her.

Sophie screamed.

He wasn't ready for her, he wasn't lubricated enough, it wasn't anything she'd expected. The pain was a white flash behind her eyes, so intense that for a second she thought she'd faint, just like Micol. But then Edo almost completely withdrew, and when he returned, it was with a more controlled, deeper thrust, touching that spot inside her that made the stars explode.

“Breathe,” Letizia ordered, her voice a hoarse whisper. Sophie obeyed, air rushing into her lungs as Edo began moving inside her with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust made her slide forward, her hands sliding up Letizia's thighs, her nails scraping her skin. Letizia moaned, gripping her wrists, forcing her to stay still, to endure .

“Look at me,” he said, and Sophie obeyed, her eyes focusing through the fogged lenses on Letizia's face, her lips parted, her eyes dark as night. “It's not so bad, is it?”

Sophie shook her head, or at least tried to, because Edo was taking her with such force that she lost all coordination. The pain was still there, a dull burning, but now it was drowned out by pleasure, a warm wave rising from her belly, making her muscles contract around Edo's cock, as if she wanted to hold it back, as if she never wanted him to stop.

Edo heard it.

He felt it in the way her body adapted to him, in the way her moans had become pleas, in the way her nails now dug into Letizia's flesh, as if she needed an anchor to keep from flying away. He smiled, a fierce grin, then pulled away with a sharp jerk, leaving Sophie empty, trembling, confused.

“Now,” he said, his voice heavy with a dark promise, “I’m going to lie down. And you two are going to show me what you can do.”

He sank onto the desk, his body stretched out, his erect cock throbbing, slick with both of their fluids. Letizia needed no further orders. She positioned herself on top of him, straddling him, and caged him inside her with a moan of relief, as if she'd finally found her place in the world. Sophie, however, hesitated.

“Come here,” Edo ordered, his voice a command that brooked no hesitation. Sophie approached, her legs trembling, and when Letizia grabbed her hand, guiding it toward Edo's cock, she couldn't resist. She knelt between his legs, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to lick the already moist tip.

Edo closed his eyes.

Letizia began to move, the rhythm slow, sensual, her hips rotating in perfect circles, while Sophie, with a shyness that drove him crazy, began to suck him, her lips tightening around the shaft, her head moving up and down with a precision that belied her innocent appearance. Her glasses kept slipping down her nose, but she didn't adjust them. She left them there, fogged up, as if she wanted him to see her blurry, unreachable, even as she swallowed him deep, her throat contracting around the tip.

“Like this,” Edo moaned, his fingers tangling in Sophie's hair, guiding her, while with his other hand he grabbed Letizia's ass, pushing her down harder. “Just like that, fuck.”

Letizia quickened her pace, her moans mingling with Sophie's retching, as she now took him deep into her throat without hesitation, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the saliva dripping down her chin. Edo felt the pleasure building, a wave threatening to overwhelm him, and when Letizia leaned in, capturing Sophie's lips in a wet, dirty kiss, her tongue invading her mouth as they both worked him, it was the end.

All three came at the same time.

Edo exploded, his cum shooting down Sophie's throat, and she gulped it down greedily, her glasses now completely fogged up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Letizia arched, a strangled cry escaping her throat as her orgasm rocked her, her muscles contracting around Edo's cock, squeezing out every last drop. Sophie came last, her body shaking violently, her fingers gripping Letizia's thighs, as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded.

When it was all over, Edo remained stretched out on the desk, breathing heavily, his body covered in sweat and fluids. Letizia collapsed beside him, a satisfied smile on her lips, while Sophie, still on her knees, finally adjusted her glasses, her face flushed, her eyes shining with a new light.

Edo propped himself up on one elbow, looking at them both with an expression that was half satisfaction, half hunger.

“Good,” he said, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Now. Who wants to be next?”