I have been staying with Mr. Paul for two months now. Since our Thursday afternoon fuck, our relationships have changed. He is much less present in the room where I take my shower, and he affects a certain indifference towards me. But I know that all this is a facade, because he knows that my little ass is his and that the next Thursday when we will be alone again, he will be able to bang him again. For now, student side, even if some have already caught my attention and they feed my evening handjobs, it's dead calm. I always remain paralyzed at the idea of ​​taking the first step and I fear falling on the wrong track with the consequences that one can imagine if the thing is known. Also I look forward to the future second Thursday. Mr. Paul, the day before, made sure of my presence the following afternoon and he announced a surprise to me… All this obviously fed my imagination… and excited to the highest point. Hardly arrived in my room, the next day, Mr. Paul knocks on my door. He has a smile to his lips and he wears a simple bathrobe. I imagine he has nothing underneath ... He rolls me a hell of a shovel to welcome me. "Join me in our room, not last time, the door will be open." Come naked, we are only between us. ". Time to tidy up my lessons and undress, here I am going up the stairs. The impression is weird and I am still embarrassed to walk around the house naked. Arrived on the floor of the rooms, it is there in the frame of the door of the room. He is naked and already tape… me too! In his hand he has a blackout mask for his eyes, the ones we give in planes to sleep. I understand from his words that this is part of the game and that surprise is the reason. Here I am, entering blindfolded… and headed for the bed. Once lying on his stomach, Mr. Paul places himself between my legs to better spread them and begins to caress my buttocks. Very quickly his tongue comes to lick my curves, then goes to my rosette. That he eats my ass well, it's divine. He makes me put on my back, legs that I keep raised, and he resumes the exploration of my rosette. That's when I feel the mattress sag to one side and I find myself with something hot and humid coming up in front of my lips… a cock !? I immediately understand that it is the surprise, and it is therefore the guest who takes off my mask. A nice big cock is standing proudly in front of me and its owner gives me a very vicious smile. "Suck little pd. Paul told me about you and he didn't lie, you have a great little ass to fuck. I am going to fuck you well, and you will take it really hard ”. The guy is much younger than Mr. Paul, in his forties. He is tall, not very hairy, and quite a handsome guy, and his tail… probably not far from 20 cm! I start to suck it, while having my ass eaten. I can't put his cock in completely. I am now on all fours busy sucking Jean-Pierre and getting fingered by Mr. Paul. I can hardly assume my sucks as the work of my anal orifice gives me incredible sensations. Jean-Pierre seems to understand this and he is reasonable in his demands vis-à-vis me. I understood that it is my little ass that he wants ... Mr. Paul is going to prepare the ground for him. I know in advance what I will feel, the easy passage of the small acorn and the first few centimeters. But my desire pushes me ... to push back and accelerate the penetration of this cone-shaped cock. How good to get fucked like a slut. Jean-Pierre looks at the scene with envy, and he masturbates in front of me, showing me, in detail, what I'm going to tak ...

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