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Chapter 6 - I fuck for grades (part II)

Not long after that, Mr. Hr buried his head there. His mouth and tongue licked passionately around my genitals which were covered in thick hair. I closed my eyes, oohh, how beautiful, I really enjoyed it, to the point that my body was made to writhe with amusement.

"Sir ...!", I moaned pitifully.

"Sir..., I can't take it anymore...!", I pleaded while biting my lip. I really can't stand the sexual torture inflicted by Mr Hr any longer. But apparently the old man didn't care, he was even happy to see me in that condition. This can be seen from the movements of his hands which now even reach up to squeeze my breasts, but don't stop what he's doing. Even though I was already overwhelmed and very soaked.

"Paakk..., aakkhh...!", I groaned loudly, his legs clamped on Mr. Hr's head. To vent the pain of my lust, I grabbed Mr. Hr's hair hard. Now I don't care anymore that this man is a lecturer I respect. This man is really skilled at arousing my passion. I'm sure that with his lust as big as that he is certainly very experienced in this matter, it's very possible that he has even had dozens or hundreds of female sex with him. But what do I care?

Suddenly Mr Hr let go, then he stood in front of me who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with the bottom of his stomach right in front of my face. I already knew what he wanted, but without having time to do it myself, his hand grabbed my head to bring it closer to his manhood which, oh my mother, it's really big.

Without resisting at all, I opened my mouth as wide as possible, then I sucked all of Mr. Hr's vital organs into my mouth until the man was able to wake up from the pleasure. The object only entered the head and a little of the stem into my mouth. It already feels full. I almost short of breath he made. I worked hard, sucking, sucking and playing with the rod in and out of my mouth. It really felt like his head was shaking violently every time my tongue brushed his head.

A few moments later Mr Hr released himself, he laid me on the bed and then lay down next to me, my left leg was raised and crossed over his waist. Then he tried to enter my body behind. At that time, the head of Mr Hr's large penis rubbed against my clitoris in my sexual hole until I moaned in pleasure. He kept trying to press his penis into mine which was already very wet. Slowly it slid into mine.

And when he suddenly roughly pressed his entire length into me, I couldn't help but scream. An extraordinary feeling mixed with a little pain overcame me, until my body twitched for a few seconds.

Mr Hr quite understood my condition, when he finished entering completely he gave me the opportunity to control myself for a few moments. Before then he started to shake his hips slowly and then faster and faster.

I really couldn't help but moan every time Mr Hr moved his body, friction after friction on the wall in my sexual hole really made me forget my memory. Pak Hr fucked me that way. While his lips kept crushing my lips, nape and neck, his hands were always squeezing my breasts. I could feel my nipples starting to harden, pointy and stiff.

I can see how the man's penis sticks in and out of my groin. I always hold my breath when that thing stabs inside. Mine can barely accommodate Pak Hr's super size, and this drives Pak Hr even more crazy.

It didn't end there, a few minutes later Pak Hr turned my body so I was waiting in front of him. He wants to use doggy style apparently. The man's hands are now more freely wringing both of my breasts which are now hanging down heavily. As a woman I have natural resistance in intercourse. But even now I'm overwhelmed with Pak Hr. The man was truly extraordinary. He had been holding on for almost half an hour. I am now sitting astride his body almost out of breath.

I kept pushing my hips swaying, because I felt that soon I would get it. Then…, continued…, I didn't care anymore about my brutal movements or my voice which sometimes squealed to hold back that extraordinary feeling. And when the climax arrived, I didn't care anymore…, I screamed loudly while grabbing her hair. The world feels like it's spinning. My whole body twitched. What a great feeling I feel this time. It's ironic indeed, I get pleasure like this not with people I like. But never mind.

Many times I wipe the sweat that wet my forehead. Pak Hr then took the initiative again. now it's Pak Hr's turn on top of me. He pushed hard to reach the climax. His breath was grunting like a wild horse, while the swaying of his hips was getting faster and rougher. His sweat was full of wet all over his body and mine. While we keep on racing. This man is really great. Even though it's old, it still lasts that long. Even beating all the boys I've slept with, even though they're on average my age.

But a few moments later, Pak Hr started growling while grinding his teeth. The body of the old man shook on top of me. His penis sprayed thick warm liquid into my groin with profusely.

Moments later, we slowly drifted apart. we lay exhausted on the mattress. My only breath mixed with the sound of his heavy breathing. We each fell silent to collect our scattered energy.

I myself closed while trying to feel the pleasure that I just experienced in my whole body. It felt right there was a thick, warm liquid slowly sliding into my vaginal canal. Warm and slightly itchy tickle.

The lower part of my body felt completely flooded, drenched. I moved my hand to wipe my lower lip and my hand was immediately filled with thick milky white liquid splattered there.

"No kidding Winda, it turns out you're like a wild horse!" said Mr. Hr full of satisfaction. I who lay face down on the bed just smiled weakly. I was really very tired, I closed my eyes to rest for a moment. To hell with my body that is still naked.

Pak Hr then stood up, he lit a cigarette. Then the old man started to put his clothes back on. I lazily got up and collected his clothes scattered on the floor.

While getting dressed he asked, "What about my exam sir?".

"Next week you can take the results," said the man short.

"Why not tomorrow morning?" I protested dissatisfied.

"I still want to meet you, for this week I ask you not to sleep with other men except me!", answered Mr Hr.

I'm a bit surprised with that answer. But I soon got control of my situation. Apparently he wasn't satisfied with my all-out service just now.

"I can't promise!", I said casually as I got up and left the room to look for the bathroom. Mr Hr could only be stunned when he heard my random answer.