The next two weeks we lost control. The hunger didn’t fade — it grew worse every single day. Elena and I became reckless, chasing the thrill like addicts.
Monday during lunch break, I slipped into her office. Students were everywhere outside, voices echoing in the hallway. She locked the door, pushed me into her chair, and climbed on top of me without a word. Her skirt was already hiked up. No panties again.
“Quick and quiet,” she whispered, pulling my c**k out of my jeans. She was soaked. She sank down on me in one smooth motion, burying me deep inside her tight p***y.
“f**k, Elena…” I groaned softly.
She started riding me right there at her desk. Slow at first, grinding her c**t against me, then faster. Her full t**s bounced under her blouse as she moved. I sucked them through the fa
