”“It’s okay. We all contributed and we’ll make it back to each other.”“Love me, Tony. Love me, please.”I moved over her and she guided m... to her opening while we continued to kiss. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, over her clit, spreading the dampness. She held me ready and I pushed in. Her intensity in this quiet love-making was as fierce as the flare of her anger had been a few hours earlier. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Melody looking at us. She slid. If you’re looking for something romantic which inspires (I hope) lust and longing, this is probably the story for you (no worries it still has plenty of sex — just of the romantic and passionate variety). If you’re just horny and want quick and dirty, it might not float your boat… It was inspired by a real infatuation I had for a professor. The first part is based on fact (names changed, of course), but my professor and I never had a sexual encounter — that part is, I somewhat regret, purely. ” I told her. Soon enough I felt the pressure of her shy little suctions. God, that felt good. Not only is her pussy tight, but she's got a tight little mouth too. I took out my cock from her mouth. “You see, Bunny. This is the head and I want you to lick it like it's an ice cream.” Her curious little tongue darted out and gave me licks. Around the head, underneath and I guided her up and down the shaft. Her tongue explored every inch of my dick. I pulled her mouth open again. “Open wide.” I. Searching fervently for her love button it now grew beneath my tongue. With swift strong licks I was already bringing her to her first orgasm, over the summer she had taught me well and I responded to her in kind, gently reducing the pressure to keep her on the edge. My faint play caused her to arch as she tried to force more of her pussy deep into my mouth and when I refused to take bait she was left with no other option but to use her hands to hold me in place while she kicked and bucked to.