Chapter 1889
Quentin held Audrey's sexy thighs tightly, hoisting them onto his shoulders. His hot erection pushed into her wet opening, rubbing against her tender lips. The soft, slick sensation almost made him lose control. This woman's body was too tempting—tight, slippery, and actively squeezing and sucking on him, giving him a completely different kind of pleasure.
Quentin gripped himself, teasing her by rubbing against her sensitive folds, driving Audrey crazy with desire. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her head shaking side to side, brows furrowed. An unbearable itch consumed her, and her nails dug into Quentin's back, leaving deep red scratches. At this point, she had thrown away all pretense of restraint, longing only for Quentin to thrust deep inside her.
Quentin stopped teasing the eager woman. With a powerful push, he entered her, sliding slowly into her tight, wet depths. Audrey's body gripped him tightly as he went all the way in, reaching her deepest point. Then, without holding back, he started moving hard and fast.
Though Audrey had recovered from the earlier pain, Quentin's thick, hot length still made her shiver. Her eyes half-closed, her full thighs wrapped around his waist, welcoming his intense thrusts. She reveled in the pleasure of being taken by him.
Quentin picked up his pace, thrusting like a storm. Seeing this normally elegant and cold teacher lying beneath him, revealing her wild side as he took her, filled him with satisfaction. He wanted to shout out loud to release his excitement.
Spurred on by her passionate reactions, his blood rushed downward, making him even harder and bigger. He pushed deeper, sliding through her wetness into her tight core. Her body felt like it was sucking him in, driving him wild with pleasure. Pressing against her soft, curvy frame, his chest against her full breasts, he said excitedly, "Ms. Johnson, I finally have you. You know, I've always wanted this, and now I've got it."
"Ahhh," Audrey gasped. His size stretched her so much that it brought tears to her eyes. After a moment, she caught her breath and looked at him with a resentful expression. "You're so rough. You're too big. You didn't even think if I could handle it, just kept pushing in. You've hurt me."
Her pitiful look made Quentin feel both guilty and thrilled. He held her slippery body close and comforted her gently, "Baby, I didn't know you'd be this tight. You're just too tempting. I couldn't hold back. I'll be careful." With that, he stopped moving, staying still inside her.
"No, it's okay. Keep going. I'm fine now," Audrey protested. The feeling of him inside her made her ache with need. She couldn't stand it anymore and dropped her icy facade, pleading openly, "Don't stop. I want you to keep going."
Seeing this usually cold woman turn so wild, Quentin grinned and started moving again, thrusting hard. He went deep, twisting his hips to rub against her most sensitive spot, driving Audrey out of her mind. She lifted her hips to meet his rhythm, moaning loudly, "Ahhh, it feels so good. Oh, Quentin, you're making me feel amazing. You're going to break me."
Quentin smirked at her desperate state. He teased her by slowing down and speeding up, saying, "Baby, what did you say? I didn't hear you."
"You're so mean," Audrey panted, her face flushed. She remembered how she used to look down on Quentin, and now here she was, completely at his mercy. Shame washed over her—she wanted to hide—but the pleasure was too much. Her body moved on its own, matching his rhythm. Biting her lip, she murmured, "You've already got me. Why do you still have to tease me?"
Quentin laughed and went even harder. His thick, hot length drove deep with every thrust, hitting her sensitive spot and making her moan endlessly. It felt like she was being stretched to her limit. When he pulled back, she felt empty and needy. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his back, pulling him closer. Her body responded with a flood of wetness, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheets as he moved in and out.
Quentin kept thrusting while one hand squeezed and kneaded Audrey's full, heavy breasts. His other hand moved down to her most sensitive spot, teasing and rubbing her clit, driving her wild. His fingers played with the swollen bud, making Audrey's body tremble uncontrollably. Her legs tensed, and a flood of wetness poured out, leaving both of them slick and sticky, almost glued together.
Feeling the heat, Quentin lifted Audrey's sexy, thick legs onto his shoulders. Gripping her firm, round hips, he thrust hard into her wet opening, going deep and grinding against her tender core. The overwhelming pleasure made Audrey shake all over. Her tight body squeezed around his slick length as she moved her hips, eyes hazy with desire, panting heavily. She was completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by ecstasy.
Quentin pressed his chest against her soft, full breasts, sliding into her warm, tight depths. It felt so soft and hot, gripping him perfectly. He pounded harder and faster, while Audrey lifted her legs high, hooking them around his neck. Her tight, inviting body pushed up to meet his thrusts, moaning wildly, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ohh, ohh, mmm, mmm, Quentin, it's so itchy down there. I can't take it. Your thing is too big. You're going to kill me. Harder, harder!"
Her eyes were drunk with lust, her face flushed. The once cold, untouchable queen had vanished, now reduced to a trembling mess under Quentin's relentless pace. Her body was almost folded in half under his weight, her long legs nearly touching her head, fully exposing her glistening, wet folds.
Her tender lips clung tightly to Quentin's thick shaft, wetness dripping out with every move, making wet, sloppy sounds. Quentin, driven by raw desire, was like a wild bull, eyes red with passion. He held Audrey tight, using all his strength to thrust into her. His tip hammered against her deepest spot, the loud sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Even Vanessa, watching from the side, felt herself getting aroused. She couldn't help but touch herself, her slender fingers teasing her sensitive lips, soon feeling a rush of wetness.
As Quentin went faster and harder, their intense battle reached a peak. Audrey was lost in pleasure, twitching and gasping, her moans turning into sobs. "I can't, Quentin. I can't take it anymore. You're going to break me," she cried.
Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her head thrown back, eyes shut tight. A powerful shudder ran through her as a hot rush poured out, leaving her limp and breathless, drenched in sweat.
Quentin kept going, feeling her body clamp down hard around him. The hot wave washed over him, and after a few dozen more thrusts, a tingling sensation built up. With a final deep push, he lifted her hips off the bed, almost raising her entire body. His tip pulsed, releasing a hot stream deep inside her, making Audrey tremble again. Her soft, curvy body writhed, clinging to him like an octopus.
Both of them panted heavily, sweat dripping down. The room was thick with the scent of their intimacy. After a long while, Audrey let out a deep breath, feeling like her soul had returned to her body. Her face was flushed, hair messy, her watery eyes gazing at Quentin—the man who'd shown her a new kind of pleasure. With mixed emotions, she said, "Quentin, you've ruined me."
Though her words sounded harsh, there was a hint of affection in them. It seemed this proud teacher had been completely won over by Quentin after their intense encounters, unable to escape his hold.
Quentin held her soft, slick body, touching and kissing her, wanting to go again. But Audrey, not as strong as Vanessa, was already exhausted from their repeated rounds. She couldn't keep up with Quentin's stamina. Vanessa was tired too, so the three of them curled up together under the blanket. Quentin lay in the middle, with Vanessa and Audrey on either side, hugging him. Enjoying the company of both women, Quentin soon drifted off to sleep.
From then on, Audrey kept a secret affair with Quentin. Her relationship with Jason grew colder until she finally divorced him, fully giving herself to Quentin. Every night, she'd lie naked on the bed, letting Quentin play with her large, tempting breasts and take her over and over until she was lost in pleasure. The once proud, icy teacher had fallen completely, turning into a wild, passionate woman.
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