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“I thought about thrusting my cock through those tits of yours and watching them bounce against my balls.”
“Oh fuck,” she said, and that dirty word coming from her sweet mouth turned me on more. She slid her dress down her hips, kicking it off, and slid off the counter. “Do it.”
Between her hand off my cock and her tits on full display, my dick hurt. I needed her. Needed to release the well building in me. She knelt in front of me, maneuvering her tits so they surrounded my cock, and god, it felt good.
I thrusted, sliding against her soft skin, and I moaned.
“That’s so hot,” she whispered.
I agreed.
I thrusted against her again and again until I couldn’t fucking hold it in anymore.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned. But she didn’t let go. Didn’t let me have space.
Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Come on my tits.”
I’d never wanted anything more. I pumped against her chest, and when I couldn’t hold it in anymore, cum spurted from my dick, wanting her tight hole but landing on her chest. Seeing my cum glistening on her tits was the biggest fucking turn-on of my life, and if I hadn’t just come, I’d have her now—against the counter, on the couch, in my bed until she was screaming my name again.
Instead, I took her hand and said, “Let me show you the shower.”
40
Birdie
Confession: Getting older is weird.
“You dirty little slut!” Mara said, walking alongside me down the empty halls of Emerson Academy. I had to feed and check in on Ralphie, and she wanted more details than I divulged over our morning cups of coffee.
I gave her a look. “I never understood why women call each other that.”
“It’s taking back the term,” she said with a shrug. “If we call each other sluts as a compliment, body-shaming misogynists can’t use it to hurt us.”
“So it’s a compliment?”
“Definitely.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And what he did to you? Major compliment. I can’t believe you didn’t stay the night and see what he had planned for round two.”
“I had to get my car,” I said.
She raised her eyebrows. “Really? You had to get your car?”
“If I didn’t want to explain to my parents how truly terrible Walter was and risk World War III.”
“Why do you let them push you around like that?”
We reached my office, and I turned to put the key in the lock. “It’s all a chess game with my family. If I let them feel like they have control, they don’t work so hard to exert it over me... and maybe I’m still so used to being bossed around I don’t know how to say no.”
“It’s exhausting,” she said, following me inside.
Ralphie chirped happily to see Mara and me.
“You know,” Mara said, “you could bring Ralphie home if you wanted.”
As I began preparing his food, I thought it over. “I don’t know if I want to move him until I have his forever home, you know? He’d probably be alone more there than he is here. And the students like him. I think he likes seeing them too.”
Mara passed me, going to sit on my desk. “Anyone get pregnant lately?”
I snorted. “Hardly. Although, I am worried about a student...”