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I put my hands on her knees and opened her up. She arched her back and moaned as I bent my head and ran the flat of my tongue along her wet, dripping slit.“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she squealed as I flicked her aching clit with the tip of my tongue.She writhed on the bed, wriggling about like a lizard in a tin as I brought her to the edge for the third time. She whimpered, pleaded and begged as I crossed my fingers like a corkscrew and pushed them inside her.I felt her wet velvet walls gripping me as I pushed them in and out of her, fucking her as she lay on the bed, spread for me.Her hips bucked, thrashing on the bed, back arched, whimpering, moaning, pleading, cursing, begging until finally, she snapped straight and howled, as she exploded over my face and hand.She slumped back onto the hotel room bed, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regain her breath.Finally, she looked up at me and whispered, “I love you, Donna.”“Good,” I replied, smiling.I clambered off the bed and headed to the shower. I pulled the handle to hot and waited until it heated up, standing underneath the water to wash all traces of her from me before I headed back to work.I smiled at her as I got dressed. She still lay on the bed, naked, the sheet pulled slightly over her but her delicious pert little boobs were on display. She was another one of those needy little middle-class student girls, eighteen or nineteen years old, discovering their sexuality whilst being away from home for the first time.They were desperately searching for an older experienced woman to show them what they needed and as kocaeli escort I trawled the student bars on a Friday night, they were so easy to pick up.Vicky was perfect. She had fallen hard for me. When we were together, she seemed to worry more about my pleasure than hers. She dropped to her knees at the slightest opportunity. Her tongue was something indescribable. She seemed able to simultaneously flick my clit and tongue fuck my cunt. The sight of her big brown eyes staring up at me as her lips clamped around me could have me spasming in seconds.“You should go get back to class,” I told her, smiling, as I lightly spanked her tight firm ass. “I might be busy tonight, I will text you if I want you.”“Okay, I understand,” she replied. Her eyes downcast. She knew the score.I had been seeing Vicky for two months, or eight weeks of hedonistic fucking to be precise. She had admitted, that first night when she brought me back to her student flat, that she was naturally submissive and since then, I had worked out every button I needed to press to keep her willing, needy and desperate to be loved.“I love you, Donna. You know I’ll do anything for you.”I took that as a challenge.She knew I slept around, well fucked around would be more precise. I didn’t sleep over with any of them. I didn’t do the 8 am walk of shame. I would pick them up, let them take me back to theirs and fuck them, then get a taxi home.As I left the hotel and headed back to work, Vicky was the last thing on my mind. Elton John may have sung that “Saturday Night’s alright for fighting” but Friday night was for kocaeli escort bayan fucking. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase, as I closed in on my prey, I’d give that little smile as I looked into their eyes, my teeth biting my bottom lip as I ran my eyes over them.I was in good shape. I ran four mornings a week along with gym sessions and as I stalked towards my prey in my little black dress and heels, I could see them melt. It wasn’t like I was some kind of bitch or domme, I just knew what I wanted and usually, it didn’t take very long to get it.———-9 pm and the bar is filling up nicely. The joy of living in a university town is that there are always lots of young people to fill the bars and clubs. Money is no obstacle for the student population so Friday and Saturday nights are always busy. I’d just settled myself at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic when I see her. Tall, redheaded, with a quite delicious pair of boobs on her. The t-shirt she’s wearing has a comedy spoof of a coke bottle and her curves distort the logo in just the right way.I turn my back on her and watch her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She really is perfect. She laughs at something her friend says and then I follow her as she makes her way towards the bar. I look at her reflected face as she approaches. She sees me looking and holds my eye contact in the mirror as she stands beside me at the bar.We smile at each other. I see her eyes flick down to look at what I am drinking then more obviously, looks at my chest. The dress is low cut enough to give izmit escort her a good view of my cleavage. My tits aren’t massive but had been described as a good handful on more than one occasion.As the barman stands in front of us, she looks at him and smiles, “I’ll have what she’s having.”“Two gin and tonics please,” I order as I turn and smile back at her.“I’m Donna.”“I’m Holly,” she replies. She takes a step closer to me, putting the toe of her shoe on the footrest of my stool. Her knee pressing against my thigh.I push my leg back against her, feeling her jeans rubbing against my leg. I lick my top lip as I raise my glass to her. She picks up her drink and clinks it against mine before knocking most of it back in one go.I smirk, holding the glass in front of my mouth as I swallow the gin. Then knock the rest of the drink back, the ice cubes hitting my teeth before placing the glass on the counter, my fingers dropping to run along her wrist as she rests her hand on the bar counter.She looks me in the eye and raises an eyebrow, then looks in the direction of the bar toilets. I finish my drink, slide off the stool and sashay my way to the toilets.I watch through the crack in the cubicle door and as she enters the toilets, I reach out and grab her wrist and pull her in, locking the door behind me. I push her against the wall, kissing her hard on the mouth. One hand holding her long red hair while the other slides it way over her top, feeling her breasts, feeling her firm teenage tits in her bra.My fingers drop, unbuttoning her jeans. Her hands grip the waistband and slide them down over her hips and down to her knees. My fingers running over her lacy knickers, fingertip sliding along her stomach, nail inside the lace. Feeling her groan into my mouth as my fingers turn and cup her smooth wet cunt. Her lips already slick with her juices.

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