The defeat

The Master and the Prison of Flesh

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Edo, after dominating the girls with brutal intensity, turns his attention to Anne, Camillina, and the two Matildas, pushing them beyond their limits. Between curt commands and extreme pleasure, the girls surrender to his desires, but when Anne smothers him with her breasts, Edo reaches an overwhelming orgasm...

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Edo pulled away from Irene with a final jerk of his hips, his cock still glistening with saliva and juices, his glasses fogged up by the steam from their sweaty bodies. His lips curled into a smug smile as he gazed at the girls slumped on the desks, some still trembling from their recent orgasms, others with their thighs spread and fingers buried between their swollen lips, as if they couldn't help but touch each other even without his direct command. But his eyes rested on four figures in particular: Anne, Camillina, Matilde Bonifacio, and Matilde Piccotti. Those who, until now, had been quieter, more aloof, limiting themselves to observing or participating only when explicitly called upon. His lips twisted into a hungry grin. "It's not right to neglect anyone ," he thought, his voice hoarse but filled with the confidence he now never abandoned.

With a slow, almost ceremonial gesture, he adjusted his glasses on his nose, then ran a hand through his sweaty hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Anne. Camillina. Matilde B. Matilde P." He called them one by one, his tone low but sharp as a whiplash. "Here. Now." It wasn't a request. The four girls exchanged a tense glance, then obeyed, crawling toward him with sinuous movements, their bodies still covered in shreds of torn or undone uniforms. Anne, the tallest of the group, bit her lower lip as she approached, her heavy breasts swaying with every step, her nipples hard as rocks beneath the sheer fabric of her blouse. Camillina, on the other hand, kept her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed, her hands writhing before her shaved pubic area, already wet with anticipation. The two Matildas, almost mirror images in their petite but generously curvy bodies, moved in unison, as if they were afraid of disappointing if they didn't synchronize perfectly.

Edo didn't wait for them to stop. With a sharp movement, he grabbed Anne by the hair and pushed her to her knees in front of him, while with the other hand he grabbed Camillina by the nape of her neck, forcing her to get on all fours beside her. "Matilde B., lie down on the desk. Legs spread. Matilde P., on top of her, at a ninety-degree angle." His voice was a growl, the words precise like military orders. The two obeyed without a word: Matilde Bonifacio lay down on the cold wood of the desk, her thighs opening with a stifled moan, her pussy lips already shiny and swollen. Matilde Piccotti positioned herself on top of her, her knees planted on either side of the other's hips, her back arched so that her ass was offered like a delicious dish. Edo licked his lips, his cock already hardening just at the sight of that array of bodies ready for him.

He wasted no time. With a brutal thrust, he entered Matilde Piccotti from behind, his fingers digging into her ass as she screamed, her nails scraping the wood of the desk. "God, yes—!" Her voice broke into a sob as he began to pound her mercilessly, his hips slamming against her ass with sharp, wet thrusts, the sound of skin colliding with flesh filling the room. "Anne." The command was a hiss. She looked up, her eyes shining with suppressed desire. "Open your mouth." He didn't have to tell her twice: Anne opened her lips, her tongue reaching out for him, greedy. Edo plunged his cock into her throat without warning, feeling the hot grip of her mouth enveloping him to the root. "Good bitch," he grunted, sinking deeper, his hands gripping her head like a vice. Anne choked, tears streaming from her eyes, but she didn't pull away—in fact, her hands tightened around his hips, as if begging him not to stop.

Meanwhile, Camillina, still on all fours, writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling. "You want to be filled too, don't you?" Edo laughed, his voice hoarse, as he pulled his cock from Anne's mouth with a wet pop . He didn't wait for a response. In one fluid motion, he lowered himself behind Camillina and entered her in a single, violent thrust. The girl cried out, her back instantly arching, her fingers digging into the floor. "Yes, like that—! Harder, please—!" Her words were lost in a moan as Edo began to move, alternating thrusts between her and Matilde Piccotti, the rhythm insistent, almost mechanical. Each time he withdrew from one, he sank into the other, his balls slamming against their wet pussies, the obscene sound mingling with their gasps.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet.

"Matilde B." His voice was a sharp command. The girl on the desk looked up, her chest rising and falling frantically. "Touch yourself. Make me come while I watch you." It was all it took: Matilde Bonifacio obeyed instantly, her fingers sliding between her parted lips, her hips moving in slow, sensual circles as she penetrated herself with two fingers, her thumb rubbing her swollen clit. "Oh God—oh God—" Her voice was a moan, her thighs trembling as she neared orgasm, her eyes fixed on Edo as if he were her only lifeline in that sea of ​​pleasure.

Edo felt sweat dripping down his back, the muscles in his arms burning from the effort of balancing himself while fucking two girls at once, but he had no intention of stopping. On the contrary. With a growl, he withdrew from Camillina and Matilde Piccotti, leaving them both moaning from the sudden loss. "Turn around." The two obeyed instantly, rolling onto their backs, legs spread, pussies glistening, ready. Edo didn't hesitate: he positioned himself between them, grabbed Matilde Piccotti by the thighs, and entered her again, this time from the front, while with his other hand he guided Camillina's cock towards his mouth. "Suck my balls while I fuck your friend ," he ordered, his voice an animal growl. Camillina didn't hesitate: she bent down, her tongue wrapping around his sweaty testicles, her lips greedily squeezing them, as if she wanted to swallow them whole.

It was heaven. The moist heat of Matilde Piccotti gripping him like a vice, Camillina's hot mouth working on his balls, the strangled moan of Matilde Bonifacio as she came herself on the teacher's desk, and Anne—Anne staring at him with hungry eyes, her hands cupping her enormous breasts, as if waiting for permission to do something. Edo glanced at her, an eyebrow raised in silent question. She didn't need words. With a sly smile, Anne crept closer, then, without warning, wrapped her breasts around his face, pressing down hard, smothering him between her soft, warm flesh. "Breathe, maestro ," she whispered, her voice a thread of poisonous silk, as she began rubbing her hard nipples against his lips, his cheeks, his forehead.

Edo's world shrank into that prison of flesh. The air was thick, saturated with the sweet scent of women's sweat, the musk of their sex, the salty taste of Anne's skin filling his mouth every time he opened his lips to breathe. His thrusts inside Matilde Piccotti became more convulsive, his hips jerking as Camillina increased the pressure on his balls, her tongue now licking his anus with rapid, wet strokes. "Holy—holy whore—" The sentence died in his throat as Anne increased the pressure, her breasts tightening around his face like a velvet vice, her nipples rubbing against his nostrils, his lips, his eyes. He couldn't breathe. He didn't care.

The orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. A white flash behind his eyelids, his legs giving way, his cock throbbing violently inside Matilde Piccotti as he came, his seed filling them in hot, thick waves. "Nnngh—!" The sound came out muffled against Anne's breasts, his hands gripping her hips in a desperate grip, his fingers digging into her flesh as his body convulsed with final spasms. Then—darkness.

His legs gave out completely. The world swayed, sounds became muffled, distant: the girls' moans, his own labored breathing, the pounding of his heart in his ears. The last thing he felt was Anne's moist warmth enveloping him as he collapsed backward, the arms of the others trying to support him, worried voices mingling with the buzzing in his temples.

"Teacher? Edo—!"

Then, just silence.