“Thank you for that.”
“Between my mouth and my breasts, I’m pretty sure you’ll never repay me, will you?”
“Nope, but I don’t mind being in their debt.”
“I’ll hold them over you for the rest of your life, but in the end, I’m just going to keep raising your debt though, so don’t expect ever to get out.”
“Duly noted,” he moaned, grabbing onto my thighs. “Holy shit, your wet snatch is unworldly too, just like your mouth. You’re the complete package.” he let out, holding me in place and helping me go up and down. “I’d surely want you to slap me, torch my porche, and take a sledgehammer to that 65-inch TV too, if I ever thought about trading you in, even for a second.”
“My turn to say duly noted, and I will do all of that, so you better not present those circumstances to me. You love my knockers, and I love your dick. We both believe they can do amazing things, but the difference is, you just have to see my tits, but I have to feel your johnson inside me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” I responded, shaking around my body even more. “I’m just stating what makes us work, that’s all. That’s why you told me to do all of that if you did put forth that situation. You never will, but that’s still the perfect picture of our relationship. It is nothing to be ashamed of, just something to remember. We’ve made it perfectly clear that we are happy and now we’re just basking in the glory, that’s why you gave into me right in this room, both times.”
“Have you been practicing this speech?”
“No, smart-ass, it came right from my heart, the one you fell in love with, remember?”
“Yes, but I’m not sorry for this,” he mentioned, closing the gap between us and wrapping his arms around me. “I’m a sucker for being mushy when it comes to you, Monica; I can’t help it.”
“Nor should you,” I stated, before I encased my arms around him and pasted my lips back to his.
We both let out our old versions of ourselves when we were horny young adults back in our senior year, and let the love flow out. I felt his wood shake around more and more with each passing second that went by.
I couldn’t believe just how much sexual chemistry we honestly had, but all either of us could do was take full advantage of it with our tongues, chests, and of course, our hands as well. Once again, I moved my butt around to make my husband’s pecker move around with me, even as we kept kissing.
I surely noticed that we both had sweat flowing down our foreheads, so I knew we both had tolls coming upon us, but yet, neither of us wanted to stop. We both applied pressure to each other’s bodies that I almost thought we’d break each other in half.
That didn’t happen though; we just connected yet again in the way we loved, kissing each other endlessly. Not usually when we were naked in our son’s English classroom, but just making out as the lovers we were.
About five minutes into our make-out session, I felt him twitching a bit. “Oh, you’re cumming now, you horny man.”
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“Why?” I asked, parting my lips from his. “It is not about how long we last, but the connections we make during the sex.”
“Okay, honey.”
I kissed him again and calmly rose up right over him. “All this just might say everything,” I pointed out, spreading out my pussy lips. “And there is that baby juice plummeting out,” I said, as we both watched.
It landed down on his legs, but he didn’t whine at all. I couldn’t be sure how much he got exactly, but then I dropped right back down to him. We didn’t say a word or look directly at each other, but we did rub each other’s bodies and enjoy the intimacy again.
This time, his cock didn’t enter my snatch, and I just sat on his lap. We kissed one another like lovers, and it seemed like nothing else mattered. Nothing needed to be said, but our actions and lack of them also said a lot.
Although, after another five minutes, he wrapped his arms around me again, and got up. He held me for a moment, but then he turned around, so I was sent to the chair. Then he let me down and took my hands in his.
We both stood there for a moment as his cock gently touched my stomach. I couldn’t be sure what he had in mind, but I patiently waited for him to make his next move. That paid off as he abruptly turned around and pushed all the stuff on the teacher’s desk.
“Whoa, what the hell, dude?” I chuckled.
“If Ms. Watson hadn’t made us wait over a half-hour now, then she’ll deal with this,” he let me know, turning around.
He grabbed me again and easily laid me down on the desk, with my ankles hanging off it.
“Allow me to make you feel good, dear perfect wife,” he mentioned, getting down on his knees. “I can give you some tongue time down here too,” he said, before placing fingers from both of his hands on my pussy and letting his tongue come down onto it too.
“And I’m more than happy to accept it too,” I moaned, placing my hands on his head. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on the door now.”
He nodded and started licking those lips ever so slowly as our eyes stayed together. “If we go down, babe, we go down together. We’ll be naked, but having the time of our lives, and there is nothing wrong with that.”
He shook his head no and smiled as much as he could. Once again, I unleashed his sexual side, and then all I could do was lie back and let all the pleasure come my way. His tongue slithered around inside my twat and massaged those pussy walls effortlessly.
Even as I was shaking relentlessly and making the desk vibrate, I locked my eyes with his again. The power of oral sex between us seemed to be stronger than ever, whether my lips were around his cock or his tongue inside my slit, the oral sex had power.
“Oh, yes, my handsome husband, please your beautiful wife by letting that tongue lick all around down there. You don’t just have to lick inside my cunt; you may slather those lips with your saliva too, my pussy juice gets lonely.”
“Anything for you, my love.”
“You really can’t turn the ‘mushy’ off, can you?”
He shook his head no and slowly placed his hands back onto my hooters. He grabbed onto them hard as his tongue ventured back onto my lips down there.
“Oh, yes, now you’re licking them, you do listen well,” I moaned, caressing his head again.
“That speaks to the chemistry too,” he pointed out, sticking in his right pointer finger. “Without that, we’d be doomed.”
“Okay, but shut up already and get me off, we still have no idea when Ms. Watson will show up.”
“Hey, this isn’t a race, as you said, it isn’t about how long you go, but about the connections, remember?”
“Fine, but fuck me,” I ordered him, arching my back up with him and right before I shoved his face back into my snatch. “Now make me give Ms. Watson’s desk the perfect aroma of my juice, she’ll love it, even if she doesn’t know what it is.”
He failed to do one thing for more than a minute down there. He licked those lips up and down, from side to side, and all around it too. Although, he made sure to let it just go in and out of my slit from time to time as well.
Of course, to top off his sexual skills, he also used his great tongue to come onto my labia now and then. He only teased it for the first few minutes, but he still pleasured me beyond my wildest dreams in that classroom.