It’s not the feeling of how your pussy clenches around every inch of my length… it’s not how erotic it is to have your gorgeous, sensitive body pressing against me… nor is it the wonderful sounds you make as you moan in pleasure. It is the look on your face that captivates me the most: that look of rapture. How we’ve spent so long slowly building this up, holding back until finally, you can’t stall it any more. That expression of pure ecstasy, telling me that every second was worth it, telling me that you don’t want it to stop. That’s why I won’t stop or slow down, no matter how intensely you come.

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The two lecturers assaulted the girl’s sex with their mouths, not even giving her a chance to plead for mercy. Gone were the days that they could let this girl get away with such cheek; now the time was right to show her how they have always truly wanted to punish her. Their tongues worked in unison over the defenceless girl’s pussy, constantly devouring her sensitive flower. No matter how much she tried to free her hands or sway her hips away, their tongues constantly found that swollen clitoris, feverishly lapping away at it as one: almost as if punishing her for daring to try and pull away.

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So close, yet so far away.

You both struggle to keep that orgasm at bay, feeling it pumping through you as if trying to force its way through your bodies. You keep changing the pace, speeding up, slowing down and changing rhythm, always to keep the other on the edge as much as you can, while making sure neither of you goes over.

It gets harder and harder to think about the other, all your attention seems focused on your own body, concentrating so desperately on keeping yourself on the brink of climax.

This is the most beautiful agony you have ever felt together, even as it keeps getting more unbearably wet and tense, you want to make it last until there is no more willpower left.

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