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She looks down and sees his entire naked body in one view. His curly dark hair touched with gray frames a thin face with a sharp, strong chin. His naked torso is a strong but not muscular. She studies the patch of hair on his chest recede to a line as it traces down his stomach to a thick tangle of pubic hair. And under that juts out the cock she somehow thought she could swallow. It seems even larger from this angle, like a tree stump in a field and for the first time she is scared. Scared that there is too much man in front of her. Scared he will demand more than she capable of offering. But then he lightly grasps her elbows and gives a gentle smile. And her stomach somersaults all over again. 

With her on the chair he is staring straight into her chest, which is still covered by her sweater and half buttoned blouse. He looks down and sees her skirt has fallen back into the normal position and realizes he is the only naked one in the room. He gazes into her compliant eyes as he unbuttons her blouse from the bottom until it swings open. He pulls the shirt and sweater from her shoulders and unsnaps her bra which falls to the ground. She barely moves, submissively shifting her body as he reaches behind and unzips the skirt which lands at a pile on her feet xxxmovs. 

He stares at her on the chair, nude but for her knee socks. She is even more petite in that position. Her shoulders angle out below her long neck. Her breasts so taught her puffy nipples, flushed cherry red against her China doll white skin, seem to point up as much as out. His fingers trace along the ridges of her rib cage down to her stomach where his hands completely surround her waist. Below are a set of thin feminine hips, skin stretching over pelvic bones. And between that and her impossibly long legs sits a thin tuft of black hair pointing to that moist slit of her sex. All of it is so thin and delicate and innocent he is not sure what to do next. His dick pulses and his balls throb but he is not sure he deserves what is finally standing naked in front of him. Not sure if he has the sexual knowledge to deliver what she deserves. His mind retreats and contemplates the best way to reverse these last few minutes until he feels her lips forcing his mouth open, her tongue, tasting sweet but musty with the lingering scent of his cock, searching for his. 

She senses she caught him off guard and continues to pounce, enjoying chance to take lead. She didn't plan to rush ahead like this, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her chest into his, her breasts smashing against the solid flesh of his pecs. But when he looked at her, flush and tentative, she could tell by the softness in his eyes that his only concern was for her pleasure and she had to let him know this was where she needed to be. She continues to attack, pushing up against him, body on body and can feel his cock rub up between her closed thighs until it scrapes along her pubic hair, sending shockwaves through her belly and forcing her tongue further down his throat. 

He is stunned by her tongue, it is so firm and long and wild as it bounces inside his mouth it seems disconnected from the shivering girl he had to soothe a moment ago. Now he can only follow and try to reciprocate until she releases her grip and pulls away. She pushes his head to her neck. He licks and nibbles at her smooth skin, nipping hard enough to leave a mark and elicit a moan. She's still hugging his head as he reaches her chest, his ear pressed against the breastbone feeling her light heartbeat quickly beating against his cheek. He pushes his head back and and engulfs her breast with his mouth, rolling her swollen acorn nipple with his tongue. She squirms and arches her back as he attacks her other tit and grabs her ass, each round cheek easily fitting in his hands, her butt muscles quivering in his palms with every pull on her nipples. 

His mouth has turned her nipples into lightening rods, sending jolts of electricity through her chest and down her spine, ending with an unbearable tingling between her pussy and asshole. She wraps a leg around his torso and throws her weight against him, knowing he can easily bear it. Her hands slide over the muscles in his back to his thin hips and grab his cock once again, rubbing its head against her vulva. One more time, she fights the urge to finally completely surrender, to cede herself to him. She leaps, jumping off the chair and guides him by his dick, sitting him down. Spreading his knees, she squats in front him and places a gentle kiss just under the head of his cock. 

Her mouth pulls in the purple tip, her tongue flicking pre-cum from his pulsing vein. She moves slowly now, nibbling every bump, licking every ridge. Understands now it's not her technique that melts his eyes, but her desire. Her desire to stand here naked and open before him, ready to share herself like she has never been shared before. Her mouth devotes itself to his cock like she has devoted herself to him since her breasts blossomed and her loins first learned to ache. She sucks in more of the shaft. Her eyes water but she slowly begins to rock back and forth, letting his mass slide along her tongue and cheeks. Her hands massaging the base and lifting his balls. She feels his thighs flex and then relax. She glances up, her mouth still full of his manhood, and sees a look of pure bliss on his face. 

It suddenly hits him, who's perched between his legs with his middle-aged pecker lodged between her lips. The girl whose precocious talent first made him take notice. Whose sideways smile and sly ability to see though his teaching techniques made him smile right back, even if he shouldn't. And then as she bloomed into the full flower of womanhood it was the swing of her hips as she left the studio, the flexing of her calves as she kept tempo to the music that made him pine for this day, knowing this was all he ever needed. 

And now his penis, rock hard and swelling to point of bursting is coddled by her mouth and hands. He slowly moves his hips to her rhythm careful to not push too hard and caresses her spine with the back of his finger nails. She let's out a muffled purr and he wonders how long this perfection can last. 

She answers by releasing his cock with a wet and sloppy plop and gives him that devilish smile he first saw 9 years ago. She lunges for his balls, taking one testicle and then the other in her mouth, rolling them with her tongue sucking them to the back of her throat. She drops them, gives him another wicked grin and, pushing his balls against his dick, starts licking his taint. The sensation is a bomb to his system, a series of laser charges pulsing through his groin and prostate that only increase as she darts and slashes around his exposed asshole. It is all too much, the reality of the situation crossing lines that never entered his most forbidden fantasies and he fights to regain control.