Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
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"Like this?" I asked unsurely, carefully positioning my knees on either side of his body, shoulder-level.
Lorenzo hummed an affirmative response and wrapped his arms around my thighs, settling his hands on each globe of my derrière. "First time?" He inquired in a slightly amused tone.
"Yeah." I breathed out, surrounding his warm, stiff member with my fingers and starting to stroke it in a relaxed manner, although I was everything but that. I had never done 69, for I was still inexperienced in many ways, and I didn't want to disappoint him, the love of my life.
He blew cold air over my wet vulva, sending a shiver down my spine. "You've just got to calm down, baby. If you think about it, this is just a much more enjoyable blowjob for you." To prove his point, he flicked his tongue against my clit and briefly sucked it into his mouth. "See?"
I moaned and nodded, disregarding the fact that he couldn't see me doing that. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and continued to stimulate him with my hand. "Do you do this often?" Came my curios question.
Unexpected. That was the word to best describe the situation. Never would I had imagined that the honorable Mr. Lorenzo Visconti, New York's most prestigious academy's headmaster, had such a kinky side. In total honesty, after having seen him cling oh so desperately to his faithfulness, I had begun to think of him as some sort of saint.
"No." He groaned, slightly raising his hips after I'd kissed the tip of his erection. "I can't even remember the last time I did this. Probably when I was a couple of years older than you."
I smiled at that, yet another confirmation that I had been right all along: Olivia was indeed boring, and soon Lorenzo was going to prefer me over her in every single way possible. I was about to mutter some snarky remark, when suddenly my arms gave out and I ended up with my face on his inner thigh, a long, surprised moan escaping my lips instead.
The Italian devil chuckled and did the same thing again, harshly slapping my ass afterwards. "I gather that you've never experienced that before?" Sure, he was amused, but mostly, his voice was dripping with self-complacency at the idea of being my first in so many ways. In fact, it appeared that he absolutely loved it. That man had just run his tongue along the rim of my other hole, the forbidden one, as if it were the most normal thing to do. And it had felt incredible.
"N-Never." I stuttered pathetically, lifting up my head to resume my work whilst also shamelessly pushing my hips back into his face. Albeit being completely exposed to his gaze, with both my holes on full display, I didn't feel an ounce of uncomfortableness, it all felt natural with him. I trusted that man with my life.
Lorenzo slid his right hand between my legs in order to rub whichever part of me he found interesting. "Have you ever tried anal, Ali baby?" He asked in a low, aroused voice, using the tip of his thumb to trace circles around the small hole that he was referring to.
