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Exercise always makes her horny, and judging by the way she’s riding my hand, Elena is wet and ready. I shove aside the fabric at her crotch, but her tights form a nylon seal that’s tougher to crack than a damned chastity belt.

Getting impatient, I grab the top of her leotard and tug it down her shoulders. Elena sucks in a gasp and covers her breasts, which only makes it hotter.

I wiggle the leotard down over her hips and yank her tights down with it. I’m pleased to see she’s not wearing any underwear. Her delicious pussy is on full display, and I love the idea of fucking her when the rest of the dancers are just on the other side of this wall.

“Good girl,” I whisper, bending down on one knee and running my fingers along her seam. She’s already dripping with need, and my fingers come away drenched in her juices.

I hold her gaze as I lick them one at a time, savoring the taste of her sweetness.

Later tonight, I’ll be getting down on one knee for anentirely different reason, and the thought makes my cock twitch.

Elena trembles at my brazenness, and I dive in to lick her sweet rosebud clit. Her breasts heave as I lap at her nubbin, and her thighs quiver with barely contained need.

I spread her legs wider so I can enter her with my tongue, and she fists her hands in my hair.

“So wet,” I whisper against her sex, pausing to part her flushed lips to gain better access to that tight little bundle of nerves.

Elena moans as I eat her out, lapping up all her nectar. Her thighs tremble as she comes around my tongue, and I know we’re running out of time.

Getting to my feet, I fumble with my belt and tug down my fly. My cock springs free.

Turning her to face the wall, I bend her over and plunge into her from behind. I have the foresight to cover her mouth, and Elena moans around my hand. Her sweet, warm cunt squeezes my dick, and I nearly black out from the sensation.

Fisting the base of her French braid, I pull out slowly and ram back in, eliciting a low grunt. I fuck her harder, using her braid for leverage — filling the closet with the sounds of our lovemaking.

Elena’s walls clench around me as she comes again, and I explode inside of her. I squeeze my eyes shut as I pump in and out a few more times, her pussy milking every last drop of my cum.

She’s still trembling as I slide her tights back up over her ass, running my hand over her mound through the thin material.

She’s panting when I turn her around and tug her leotard back into place.

“I need to clean up,” she whispers, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.

“No,” I say, wrapping her skirt around her waist and tying it off with a bow. “You’re gonna get back up on that stage and dance your best while my cum drips out of your pussy.”

A look of horror flashes in her eyes. “I can’t.”

“Youwill.” I bend down to give her a quick peck on the lips, tugging gently on her braid. “Or I’ll have to punish you later.”

Even in the dark, I can see her flush, but there’s a method to my madness.

Elena dances best when she gets out of her own head and just lets her body take over. I figure the slight distraction of my cum leaking out of her might just do the trick.

When I’m sure she’s presentable, I shove her out of the closet and follow a few paces behind as she walks back into the auditorium. I watch from the dark as she rejoins the company, self-consciously straightening her braid.

She dances her final number flawlessly, and when Danilo hoists her up for the big lift, my heart nearly explodes with pride.