Fast forward, it's just us two left by the dying embers. The sexual tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. I just went for it, leaning in and kissing her. OMG. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hand was sliding up my shorts, cupping my ass. I was so wet, I could feel my clit pulsing against my jeans. We stumbled into the woods, and she pushed me against a tree, her fingers hooking into my waistband. She whispered, "I want to taste you," and dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down. The second her tongue found my clit, I almost screamed. She ate my pussy like she was starved, and I was grinding my hips against her face, moaning into the night air. I came so hard my legs gave out.
But that was just the warm-up. We walked back to the campsites, and I was still dripping. We collapsed on the grass right next to her tent, and I knew our teacher was watching through the mesh. It made me so fucking wet. I laid back, spread my legs, and gave her a full view as this woman dove face-first back into my cunt. I was so loud, crying out, "Yes, right there, eat my fucking pussy!" I came again, a massive, shaking orgasm that left me a trembling mess. I looked right at that tent window as I finished, and I swear I saw my teacher's eyes gleaming in the dark. That secret was our glue forever. Period.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
💬 Create Your Own Iconic Narrative NOW! 💬