Andrew slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on Alejandra's trembling body, still in the grip of the spasms of the orgasm that had just swept through her. Giving her no respite, he turned her around with determination, placing her face down on the desk, her ass exposed and her legs spread, still trembling and slippery with her wetness. Her body still panted with each breath, completely surrendered and at his mercy.
Without further ado, Andrew aligned the tip of his hardness against her wet entrance, and, with a single movement, sank deep inside her, filling her at once. Alejandra let out a gasp, her hands gripping the edges of the desk as he began to move, thrusting into her with an intense rhythm, each thrust echoing in the empty classroom. His hips slammed into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the space, and the sensation of being taken with such force made her gasp, her body responding with each thrust he gave her.
Andrew, turned on and lost in the sensation of her tightness, grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards him, increasing the intensity of each thrust, sinking deeper, as if he wanted to take over her completely. He bent her over even more, forcing her to lean with her chest on the desk, her breasts crushed against the surface as he continued to thrust, filling her relentlessly. Alejandra couldn't help the moans that escaped her lips, mixed with broken words and meaningless pleas.
Without stopping, Andrew grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to raise her head as his movements continued, his heavy breathing next to her ear. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he murmured in a deep voice, while she barely managed to nod, lost in pleasure. The position, the intensity, everything made her feel as if her body was on fire, every nerve alert and in tune with his rhythm.
After a while, Andrés turned her around once more, lifting her off the desk and leaning her against one of the classroom walls. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he entered her again, the angle causing each thrust to touch deep inside her, drawing moans and gasps from her that grew more intense. His fingers found her clit, playing with it as he continued to move inside her, their bodies pressed together in a feverish back and forth, their breaths intermingling, their hands exploring every corner of each other.
Andrew looked down, watching her touch herself, and the sight drove him even further, his desire burning. He turned her around once more, this time putting her on her back on the desk, her legs spread and her ass raised, exposing all of her to his hungry view. His hands ran over her ass, caressing every curve, before parting her cheeks, watching the small opening that contracted slightly in response to his touch.
"Relax, Alejandra…" he whispered, sliding a finger soaked with her moisture up to that forbidden entrance, playing slowly as she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tighter. Andrew didn't give her time to protest; with a confident touch, he pressed gently, feeling her tense and then surrender under his caresses, his finger slowly entering her ass as her breathing became deeper, ragged with unexpected pleasure. He prepared her carefully, his movements soft and persistent, every inch an exploration of that part of her no one had ever touched before.
When he felt her relax completely, Andrew placed the tip of his erection against her tight entrance and began to thrust slowly, feeling her body tighten around him, tight and hot. Alejandra let out a low moan, her nails scraping the surface of the desk as she felt him invade her, each inch filling her differently, pushing her to the edge of what she could take.
Andrew slowly sank into her, feeling the heat of her tight entrance envelop him, squeezing him with each movement, each inch pushing the limits of Alejandra, who moaned under his touch, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless. Her back arched off the desk, her hands desperately clinging to the edges as he pushed his way in, claiming every part of her.
"Ahhh… yes… please don't stop," Alejandra gasped, her voice broken, needy, her ass pushing against him, seeking more, wanting every thrust he gave her. Her own body reacted uncontrollably, her pussy pulsing urgently, feeling him fill her in both places, her skin flushed, wanton, her lips parted, begging without reservation.
Andrew smiled, enjoying seeing her like this, completely surrendered, every sigh of her filling the empty classroom, amplifying the desire in the air. Without letting go of her hips, he increased the pace, each thrust getting deeper, firmer, entering and exiting her tight entrance, his hands marking the rhythm as he felt her shudder with each thrust.
"You like it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice husky, his fingers squeezing her hips, moving with a precision that drove her wild, her body shaking as he went deeper with each thrust. Alejandra could barely respond, her breathing ragged, her mouth emitting uncontrollable moans, pushing herself further against him, seeking to be filled, consumed by desire.
"Yes... more... Andrew, give me everything," she managed to stammer out between moans, her voice turned into an urgent whisper, desperate for every inch he gave her, lost in pleasure as he dominated her, each movement filling her with a heat that consumed her, that took her beyond any limit.
He continued, not letting Alejandra take a single breath, pushing her beyond any limit she had imagined. Her body moved in rhythm with his, each thrust filling her with pleasure and desperation as her voice escaped in broken gasps. Alejandra clung to the edge of the desk, her body surrendered, her skin burning, and each touch, each pressure, took her even deeper into that shared madness.
He held her hips firmly, his movements calculated, his breathing heavy against hers, whispers of provocation mixed with the sound of their bodies meeting, skin against skin, marking the beat of something unstoppable. Alejandra panted, unable to contain her moans, her hands shaking as each movement of Andrew drove her further and further, feeling how each thrust intensified the pressure inside her.
Andrew kept his gaze fixed on every exposed part of Alejandra, his breathing heavy, her body still convulsing with the pleasure of each movement. With a low growl, he pressed his hand into the curve of her back, forcing her to remain in that position, totally submissive, her face just inches from the cold wood of the desk. He didn't give her a break, his member sinking into her with a fury that only grew, marking every inch of her being, filling her, claiming her.
Alejandra, her face flushed, could barely form coherent words; each thrust drew a new moan from her lips, her body undulating involuntarily to the rhythm of each thrust. "Andrew... ahh... more... don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse, surrendered, as her ass rose to receive him more eagerly, her fingers clinging to the edge as if her life depended on it.
Andrew lowered one hand to the edge of her waist and then slid his fingers to her most sensitive spot, caressing her clit with slow, firm circles that made her tremble from head to toe. Without mercy, he intensified the rhythm, his body covering hers as his hands ran over Alejandra's wet skin, each touch igniting every corner of her, her chest crushed against the wood.
Andrew possessiveness grew even more intense. He turned her around again, making her look at him, watching as her lust-filled eyes and half-open mouth let out desperate sighs and gasps. Without hesitation, he pushed her against the wall, capturing her lips in a voracious kiss as his hips moved precisely inside her, filling her again and again, their bodies fitting together, finding a frenetic and excessive rhythm.
"Is this what you wanted, Alejandra? To be completely mine, to be used until you can't take it anymore?" he murmured between breaths, his eyes penetrating hers. Alejandra could do nothing but nod, trapped in his gaze and in each thrust that took her to the edge, her voice trembling, every nerve ignited, every part of her being burning under his touch, wanting more, demanding more.
Andrew took her with a force that made her gasp, his hands firm on Alejandra's hips as he turned her around, her back pressed against the wall, her body surrendered and trembling, her lips parted. With precision, Andrés aligned his member again at her tight entrance, pushing in slowly, each inch making its way into that sensitive, intensely tight area.
Alejandra let out a low moan, her hands gripping Andrew' shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, seeking to hold on to something as he drove into her, filling her in a way that left her breathless. "Yes... like that... more, Andrew... don't stop," she begged, her voice a needy whisper. Their bodies collided, each thrust driving him deeper, the wall vibrating softly with the impact of each movement.
Without stopping, Andrew leaned his face into Alejandra's neck, his lips catching her skin between kisses and bites. He marked her, leaving a trail of wet hickeys on her neck that contrasted with the hot, full feeling inside her. Each kiss seemed to burn her, each sucks drawing moans and broken sighs from her. Her skin throbbed with the heat of his lips and the exquisite ache of his bites, their accelerated pulses synchronizing as he thrust into her with a firm, relentless rhythm.
"Is this what you want, Alejandra?" Andrew murmured, his voice hoarse, his mouth pressed to her neck. She nodded, panting, her legs wrapping around his waist tighter, wanting to feel every inch, every movement.
Alejandra barely had time to react when Andrew, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with desire, withdrew from her, his member throbbing, glistening with her wetness. "Kneel," he ordered in a low, urgent voice, his gaze fixed on her, eager for the outcome.
Obediently, Alejandra slid to the floor, her legs shaking, skin still hot and sensitive, lips parted in a mix of exhaustion and lust. She knelt in front of him, staring at his hardness with lust-filled eyes as he aimed it straight at her face. Without hesitation, she stuck her tongue out, her breathing quickened, waiting anxiously, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed.
Andrew let out a deep growl, holding his base as he began to rub himself, watching her with a mix of possessiveness and admiration, each second bringing him closer to the edge. An instant later, with a hoarse moan, his body tensed and he let the pleasure wash over him, a torrent of his warm seed shooting over Alejandra's face. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat of the liquid covering her, staining her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips. Without wasting a second, she stuck her tongue out, licking her lips and tasting his flavor, savoring it with a satisfied sigh.
Alejandra looked up, watching him as traces of her surrender shone on her skin.
Andrew watched her from above, his gaze heavy with satisfaction and possession. With a lopsided smile, he took her chin, forcing her to look at him while still feeling the heat of his seed on her face. "You are such a whore," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, each word marking a new level of control. "You are my whore now and I will fuck you whenever I want."
Alejandra, still looking at him, nodded slowly, her submissive gaze full of devotion and desire. She leaned slightly towards him, sticking out her tongue to clean the traces of semen from his skin, licking each drop with precision as if savoring every bit of her surrender. Each movement of hers was a confirmation of her obedience, of her complete surrender to him, a devotion that made her his body and soul.
Andrew watched her, pleased, enjoying every second of her submission, the way she adored him without reservation, each lick of his a symbol of loyalty and surrender.
Alejandra, still trembling from what she had experienced, went to the sink to clean herself, cleaning the remains of the encounter from her skin, but unable to look away from Andrew, her eyes filled with an insatiable desire. With each drop that fell, she felt an even deeper longing throb, and unable to resist, she turned to him, moving closer and sliding her hands down his neck, her lips seeking his in a slow, pleading kiss. "Andrew... please... I want more..." she whispered, her voice a veiled plea, her body pressed against his, eager to feel his possession again.
Andrew, with a barely drawn smile, responded to her kisses, taking her by the waist and letting his lips capture hers firmly, playing with the desire he knew he aroused in Alejandra. Finally, he pulled away, looked into her eyes, and, in a low, confident tone, murmured: "I'll fuck you later... but on one condition."
Alejandra lost in his gaze, nodded without hesitation, her hands caressing his face as she listened. "I want you to change my grades," he said, his fingers brushing her chin, keeping her under his control.
Without a word of protest, with a submission that showed how far she was willing to go for him, Alejandra whispered a soft and firm "Yes", accepting his condition without reservation, ready to give him everything he asked for in exchange for feeling him so close again, so hers.