Lena couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan all the next day. The way he stretched her, the deep thrusts that made her come harder than she ever had, the hot c*m splashing across her skin. By evening her p***y was aching again, wet every time she remembered his thick c**k sliding inside her.
She texted him: “Tonight. I want the next lesson.”
His reply was simple: “My place. 8. Wear something easy to take off.”
When she knocked on his door, Ryan opened it wearing only black shorts. His eyes raked over her short sundress like he could already see through it. He pulled her inside, locked the door, and kissed her hard right there in the hallway. His tongue pushed deep, tasting her, while his hands slid under her dress and squeezed her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Naughty girl,” he mur
