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Chapter 19 by jlaliberte jlaliberte

What's next?

Cums down her throat

The room becomes a symphony of carnal sounds - the wet slurping of their movements, Riley's moans of pleasure, and Mr. Simmons' raspy groans. Time seems to stand still as they exist in this moment of raw desire, completely consumed by the forbidden pleasures they are indulging in.

Feeling the weight of his impending release, Mr. Simmons pushes all the way down her throat and cums into her stomach. A wave of ecstasy washes over Mr. Simmons as he releases himself into Riley's eager mouth, his hot seed spilling down her throat. Every pulse of his orgasm sends a jolt of pleasure through his body, a release that leaves him weak and trembling. Riley swallows every drop, savoring the taste of him as she continues to suckle gently, prolonging his pleasure.

As the last tremors of his orgasm subside, Mr. Simmons leans back in his chair, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioning unit. Slowly, Riley withdraws her mouth from him, her lips glistening with saliva and satisfaction.

The bell rings, jolting Riley back to reality, and she quickly pulls away from Mr. Simmons, her face flushed with a mixture of desire and panic. The intensity of their passionate encounter had consumed her so completely that she had forgotten the world outside this room.

Mr. Simmons straightens himself, his breathing still heavy as he attempts to compose himself. Riley hastily wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to erase any signs of their illicit act. Their eyes meet for a fleeting moment, both understanding the weight of what just happened

Without a word, Riley gathers her belongings and hastily exits the office, heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the burn of Mr. Simmons' gaze on her back as she retreats down the empty hallway. The taste of him lingers on her tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the pleasure they had indulged in.

As she walks through the crowded corridors towards her next class walking down the hallway, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirls within Riley's chest. She can't help but wonder if anyone suspects, if they can see the lingering desire written on her face. However, the thrill of their sex outweighs any worry that may linger in her mind.

What's next?

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