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The sun was setting on the school grounds as the last remaining lights flicked off in the classrooms.iéna, a busty Russian schoolgirl, was lingering in the library, poring over a thick biology textbook. Her uniform purple skirt was hitched up just high enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of silky thigh each time she crossed her legs. As a new student, Iéna had caught the eye of many of her educators – none more so than Vikentiy, the stern yet simmeringly handsome biology teacher in his early thirties.
A native Muscovite with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, Vikentiy was used to women throwing themselves at his feet. But something about demure Iéna sparked his darkest, most wanton desires. After nervously bringing his eye-catching pupil a forgotten textbook, Vikentiy’s primal craving only grew stronger. The way her large breasts strained against her blouse, the breathy femininity of her voice – he could barely concentrate on the dissections and quizzes before him each day.
Biolabs and broom closets became surreal flashbacks as Vikentiy spied Iéna scratching an itch between her legs, or bending over her desk to make a point. His pants grew ever tighter. One evening, after his latest raging erection had cost him control of his biology lesson, Vikentiy knew he had to appease this itch once and for all.
Dusk was falling as Iéna left the library, heedless of the sexier-than-usual outfit that clung to her curves. “Iéna!” The urgency in Vikentiy’s voice made the nubile youth spin around. “Wait up a moment.” Without meeting her innocent eyes, the teacher pulled at his tie, muttering something about needing her help with a school project. His hungry eyes never left the perky flesh barely constrained by her bra.
Iéna, tiles clacking an innocent rhythm, followed the object of her schoolyard fantasies to the deepening shadows of the IV droop-to my notes A.N patiently waiting, trusting. And worried. And confused. And hopeful. Patient and curious: that’s what he was seeing for the first time. The campus was deserted this deep into the evening. The ghostly twilight let them fade into one as they disappeared into the thicket of woods near the school’s sports complex.
It was there, low hanging branches helping them feel secluded, that Vikentiy turned to Iéna. His jaw was set, his gorgeous face brooding as he pinned the teenager against a tree. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His eyes darkened, voice a low growl as his grip tightened on her arm.
There was nowhere to run now as Iéna pressed back against the knotty bark. The musky scent of the woods mingled with her own floral perfume as her thighs tensed and quaked. “S-What?” Vikentiy’s erection ground insistently against her hip. The delicious pressure was ominous.
In the waning light, she could see every tenebrous detail of his face: the cruel curve of his lips, the sinister quirk of his eyebrows, the measuring look of his eyes as they rolled over her body. “This,” he snarled, groping one full breast. “Little slut, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” As his hand mauled her, tweaking a nipple, he brought his lips to Iéna’s ear. “You’re going to take care of me. Now.”
Releasing her, he shoved her to her knees onto the ungiving ground. The pine needles poked at her bare knees but did nothing to distract from her raging, secret secret scholarships nickname may be nervewracking person but what she’s dearest to her. Her eyes. Her teal eyes were on fire, piercing the evening.
“Oh, fuck…” he breathed above her. “That’s it baby. Open those pretty lips.” He was ripping at his belt, unzipping his pants with shaky fingers. Iéna watched, kneeling in the dirt, as his member leapt free. It was huge. Massive and heavy and hard, flexing in his fist before he pressed it to her mouth. “I need it. Need to fuck you. Shut up and do as you’re told.” With that, he slid his thick length along the welcoming warmth of her cheek, leaving trails of musky pre-cum on her soft skin.
Iéna shuddered as he held her head still. His throbbing cock tapped thickly against her lips, smearing them with clear fluid. She opened her mouth, tongue darting out submissively to try and taste him. The salty fluid exploded across her tastebuds, purely male and virile. She circled the swollen head just once before Vikentiy used her hair to urge her further down his thick shaft.
