Chapter 1880
Audrey was torn. Should she really let Quentin touch her in such an intimate way? Her mind was a mess, but her body was on fire. Pleasure was coursing through her, leaving no room for rational thought. She could only surrender, letting Quentin's fingers continue their exploration.
Quentin's fingers slid between her buttocks, finding their way to her sensitive vaginal opening. He began to tease her gently. Audrey gasped, her thoughts in chaos. This was her most sensitive spot, and Quentin had found it. She felt she should stop him—this was way beyond a simple massage. But she had no strength to resist, nor did she want to. Quentin's skilled touch had completely captivated her, and she just wanted him to continue.
Seeing Audrey's lack of resistance, Quentin felt a rush of excitement. He began to caress her vaginal opening more boldly, focusing his energy on her lower body. Audrey was soon panting and moaning, her vaginal fluids flowing freely. She bit her lip, trying to hide her reaction from Quentin, but her body moved instinctively. The sensation was too intense. Her mind was spinning—how could it feel this good? Unable to hold back any longer, she moaned loudly.
Quentin, thrilled by her moans, quickened his pace, stimulating Audrey's lower body even more. He could feel her starting to convulse. Soon, Audrey let out a sharp cry, her whole body trembling violently. Her swollen labia clamped tightly around Quentin's fingers, and hot vaginal fluids gushed out, soaking his hand. The seductive teacher had reached an orgasm under Quentin's teasing touch.
The room was silent, except for Audrey's heavy breathing. Quentin knelt behind her, watching her ample buttocks rise and fall. His desire was burning uncontrollably. His erection strained against his pants, desperate for release.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Quentin's eyes burned with lust. Facing Audrey's inviting private parts, he felt like a thirsty traveler seeing an ice-cold soda, desperate to claim the beautiful teacher.
But he didn't want to rush. Softly, he asked, "Ms. Johnson, do you need more massage?"
"No, I'm good," Audrey replied, her face flushed. She tried to stand but was too weak, collapsing back onto the bed to catch her breath.
Quentin quickly got off the bed. "Ms. Johnson, I need to use the bathroom," he said. He had been hard for a while and needed relief.
In the bathroom, Quentin stripped naked, his long, thick penis standing erect. He closed his eyes, gripping his cock and stroking it, images of Audrey's plump, white buttocks flashing in his mind. He fantasized about holding the seductive teacher and thrusting into her tight, wet vagina. Soon, he reached his limit, his glans trembling as he ejaculated hot semen, splattering it on the tiles and ceiling.
A few days later, Vanessa called Audrey, inviting her over. They chatted for a while, and Vanessa mentioned, "My back is hurting again. How's yours?"
"Still a bit uncomfortable," Audrey replied softly. Since Quentin left last time, she hadn't contacted him. She wanted another massage but was too shy to ask.
"Perfect timing. I'll have Quentin come over and give us both a massage," Vanessa said, sensing Audrey's hesitation. She pulled out her phone and called Quentin.
Ten minutes later, Quentin arrived at Vanessa's place. Vanessa smiled and said, "Audrey, you watch TV for a bit. I'll go first." With that, she went into the bedroom, and Quentin followed.
Audrey watched TV in the living room, but soon heard Vanessa's moans from the bedroom. At first, she didn't think much of it, but as Vanessa's moans grew louder and more intense, Audrey couldn't help but go to the bedroom door to check. To her shock, she saw Vanessa naked, bent over the bed with her round, firm buttocks raised high, her hands spreading her cheeks to reveal her plump, tender vagina. Quentin was holding Vanessa's hips, thrusting his penis into her.
"Vanessa, what are you..." Audrey's mind went blank, her own private parts tingling. She saw Quentin's thick, hard penis buried in Vanessa's crease. This wasn't a massage; it was straight-up sex. Though she had suspected it, seeing them in action was a shocking and arousing experience. She didn't know whether to stay or leave—she shouldn't be watching them have sex.
"Audrey, don't misunderstand. This is the latest massage technique. Everyone does it now. As long as he doesn't ejaculate inside, it's not considered sex. You should try it; it's really comfortable," Vanessa said with a playful smile.
Audrey stood there, frozen, watching Quentin's thick penis move in and out of Vanessa's flesh. She knew Vanessa was talking nonsense, but she couldn't move. Despite being married, this was her first time witnessing others in such a passionate act. The visual and psychological impact left her unsure how to react. The room felt hotter, and her body was burning with arousal. Her vagina was already wet. Audrey, what are you doing? Vanessa is clearly trying to drag you into this. You should leave now.
But her body refused to listen. Her fingers were already playing with her labia through her soaked panties. Her skin flushed pink, her usually composed face now filled with desire. Her confused eyes showed a hint of lust, her teeth biting her lip. The tingling itch inside her grew stronger, craving Quentin's big penis to fill her. But a sliver of reason remained, fighting her primal urges. This inner conflict was torturous. No, she couldn't have sex with Quentin. Absolutely not.
On the bed, Vanessa's tall, slender body writhed under Quentin's solid frame, like a female dog in heat being mounted by a male. Vanessa's breasts were squashed against the bed, her round, firm buttocks moving rhythmically. Quentin's thrusts made her sweat, her hair flying, her breath ragged. The long-suppressed desire surged like a wild horse, her vaginal opening overflowing with sticky fluids, Quentin's thick penis making wet sounds as it moved.
The erotic sounds excited Quentin even more. He felt Vanessa's juicy labia contracting around his penis like a tight grip. He thrust harder, his hips slamming into her ample buttocks. His hands reached under her arms to squeeze her bouncing breasts.
Vanessa's soft breasts deformed under his grip, her nipples hard and erect. Her lips parted, her vagina tingling with pleasure, her body writhing. "Ah, Quentin, it feels so good. You're going to kill me. Oh, I can't take it anymore. It feels so good. Come inside me. I'm about to lose it."
Quentin held Vanessa's plump buttocks, thrusting deep into her tight vagina, his glans rubbing against her sensitive cervix. Vanessa felt like her soul was leaving her body, her vaginal discharge flowing. Quentin panted, his hands caressing Vanessa's round, firm buttocks.
"Vanessa, Quentin, you..." Audrey stood nearby, her face flushed, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her heart raced, her legs were weak, her full breasts heaving, and her vaginal discharge soaked her panties. One hand instinctively moved to her labia, touching herself.
"I can't believe Vanessa is so wild," Audrey thought, her breathing quickening. The sight of the intense sex scene made her blood boil, and her vaginal discharge ran down her thighs as she almost collapsed.
"Ah, Quentin, you're hitting my spot. Audrey, you should try this massage. It's really comfortable," Vanessa explained, still pretending it was just a massage, though Audrey knew better.
Quentin saw Audrey's flushed face and lustful eyes, knowing she was close to giving in. He thrust harder, making Vanessa scream. After a few hundred thrusts, Vanessa climaxed, a hot stream gushing out.
Their bodies pressed together tightly, Quentin holding Vanessa, both sweaty and enjoying the orgasmic pleasure. When they finally calmed down, Quentin reluctantly climbed off Vanessa.
He looked at Vanessa's flushed skin, her full, high breasts, her erect nipples, her trembling waist, her plump buttocks, and her wet pubic hair. Her vaginal opening still leaked milky fluid.
Quentin jumped off the bed, his penis swinging, and walked to the stunned Audrey. "Ms. Johnson, your turn for a massage. Lie down."
"No, I don't want to," Audrey instinctively stepped back, scared by Quentin's earlier actions. His thick penis scared her—Jason's was never this big. If that went inside her, it would hurt.
"Audrey, don't be afraid. See, I just had a massage from Quentin, and it felt great," Vanessa said, getting up and showing Audrey the milky semen dripping from her. "Try it. Come on."
"No, Vanessa, I really don't want to," Audrey realized she had been tricked. From the start, Vanessa and Quentin had planned to drag her into this. But now it was too late. Dazed, she was stripped and laid on the bed.
Quentin looked at Audrey's body on the bed, her long legs tightly closed, her arms covering her full, round breasts, her nipples peeking through. Her eyes were tightly shut in embarrassment, her black hair spread over her shoulders, her face flushed, her lips parted, breathing heavily.
He admired the beautiful teacher's body, her curves a masterpiece. No man could resist such a sexy, alluring woman.
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