Mia woke up the next morning still tasting Jake on her lips. Her p***y had been aching all night from how turned on she got sucking him. She spent the whole day at work replaying every second — the weight of his c**k on her tongue, the way he groaned when she took him deeper, the thick spurts of c*m she swallowed. By evening she was wet again just thinking about it.
She texted him: “When’s the next lesson?”
His reply came fast: “Tonight. My place. 8.”
When she arrived, Jake opened the door wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge already growing. He pulled her inside and kissed her immediately, deep and hungry, tongues sliding wetly. His hands roamed down her back and squeezed her ass.
“Eager for more?” he murmured against her mouth.
“I couldn’t stop thinking ab
