The elevator hums to the penthouse pinnacle. City lights sparkle below like diamonds on black velvet. Leather seats sigh under me as I enter. Sabrina waits, brunette curls wild, olive skin glowing under crystal chandeliers. She’s average height, softly rounded, in baggy jeans and hoodie—underdressed for this elite aerie. We hated Latin class together, back-row rebels. Now, her love letter burns in my pocket. I pour chilled champagne, bubbles sharp on tongue. She blushes, eyes hungry.
We sip by floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hand brushes mine. I tease: that low-rise girl ahead in class, string peeking white lace. Sabrina blocks my view, jealous fire. ‘It’d suit you better,’ I whisper. Her dark eyes flare—anger, want. Library study turns intimate here. She dresses up: sheer black top hints cleavage, black bra edge. Globes strain fabric. I compliment. She hugs, kisses. ‘No forever,’ I warn. ‘We’ll take what we get.”
The Privilege
Hands link in secret. Drawing class, her nude man sketch—veiled cock, aimed at me. Classmate crawls in, mimics jerking off, kicked out as ‘wanker.’ We laugh. ‘You do it too?’ I probe. She denies. ‘Try tonight. Hand between legs, stroke slit, clit. Think of me.’ She promises.
Her studio—now this suite—is ours. Same sheer top. Kisses deepen. My hand traces neck, back, dips into jean pocket, feels panty edge. Cup her breast. She presses close. ‘Did you touch?’ ‘Yes… so good.’ I lift top, kiss belly—soft plumpness. Unsnap 95C bra. Full tits spill. Knead nipples. She grinds against my hard bulge. I guide her hand to zipper. Cock springs, thickens. ‘Impressive,’ she gasps. Teach foreskin glide. Her fingers pump. ‘Mouth now.’ She kneels bare-chested, licks shaft, sucks head. Tongue swirls. I cum, pull out.
My turn. Jeans drop—beige panties hide dark bush. I kneel, thighs kissed, fingers tease folds. Tongue laps lips, clit. She moans new.
The Excess
Next day, no regrets. Weeks tease. Half-day free, back to suite. Sweatpants easy. Bra off, pink panties wet. Her mouth eager, assured. I eat smooth path—bush trimmed? No, still wild. Tongue dives. ‘Want it?’ Condom on. Missionary slow. Gland probes tight hymen. Thrust breaks. She bleeds, cries ‘I love you.’ Stop early.
She visits my tower suite. Col roulé hides, but hand dives: lace rows—string! ‘Surprise.’ Jeans off, beige set. Ass cheeks framed perfect. ‘Sexy.’ Blowjob view: stringed rear. Shave reveal: bald mound. Cunnilingus endless. She cums first time, legs lock.
Tight jeans mold string outline in hall light. Stair climb: ass sways. Staircase fuck? No, bed. Legs on shoulders, deep G-spot hits. Dual orgasm.
Doggy debut. Four paws, cheeks spread. Guide in. Balls slap. Scream pleasure. Floor rug: shoulders low, camber high. She rides back, fingers clit. Explosive sync cum.
