Una Cattiva Ragazza Ep3 ( Quarta Parte ) A Bad Girl Ep3 ( Fourth Scene )
As Nadine's luxury car pulled up to Professor Mott's house, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She had missed being in control of him, making him beg for her attention. Stepping out of the car, she smoothed down her tight black dress, revealing just enough cleavage to make him weak in the knees.
With determination etched on her face, she walked up to the front door and rang the bell. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for him to open it. When he did, his eyes widened in recognition.
"Nadine," he breathed out, his mind immediately flooded with memories of their forbidden affair years ago.
"Hello, Professor Mott," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
He shook his head, unable to tear his gaze away from hers. "No, no indeed. Come in, come in."
She stepped inside, his home smelling faintly of old books and stale air. He led her into his study, where they had shared countless intimate moments. She couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the thought.
"Nadine," he repeated, his voice shaky with emotion. "What can I do for you?"
She walked slowly towards him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "I'm here about my cousin, Aisha," she said casually, as if it were no big deal. "She's been having some trouble at school."
His heart sank. He knew exactly what she meant. He had seen Aisha floundering, just as he had seen Nadine years ago. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
"I see," he murmured, his gaze trailing down to her feet. The thought of those perfect feet wrapped around his cock made him shudder with anticipation.
"I was wondering if you could perhaps help her out," Nadine continued, her tone now laced with subtle suggestion. "Give her the motivation she needs to succeed."
He swallowed hard, his mind racing with thoughts of what she could be asking him to do. He knew better than to refuse her anything.
"Of course," he stammered, his eyes locked on hers. "I'll do whatever I can to help."
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "I knew you'd understand." And with that, she stepped forward, her body pressing against his.
His hands found their way up her sides, reverently touching the delicate fabric of her dress. They pulled her to him, their lips meeting in a heated, passionate kiss.
Nadine moaned softly, feeling the familiar thrill coursing through her veins. This was what she lived for, the power she held over him. She could feel his cock already beginning to stir against her thigh.
Slowly, she pulled away, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Remember what we used to do, Professor Mott?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I think it's time we revisited those old memories, don't you?"
His eyes darted down to her feet, the anticipation clear in his gaze. "Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I remember."
And with that, she stepped out of her heels, her toenails painted a seductive red. She kicked off her dress, revealing her perfect body to him. He groaned as he saw her breasts, nipples hard with excitement, and felt the heat emanating from between her legs.
She climbed onto his desk, straddling him so that their hips were aligned. "Do you remember how much you loved feeling my feet wrapped around your cock, Professor Mott?" she asked, her voice dripping with sensuality.
His reply was a low, guttural moan as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his rigid cock, gasping at the sensation.
Nadine began to move, her hips grinding against his in a sensual rhythm. She leaned forward, her hands on his desk, her ass pointing at him, inviting him to touch.
"That's it, Professor Mott," she purred, her voice filled with lust. "Touch me."
He reached out, his hands grasping her hips, holding her close as he thrust up into her. The sensation was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself losing control, falling back into their old patterns.
"You're such a good little foot bitch," she whispered, leaning back to meet his gaze. "You'll do anything I ask, won't you?"
He nodded, his eyes filled with desire and submission. "Anything," he whispered.
She smiled, her heart racing with excitement. This was exactly what she had come for. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest once more. "Then suck on my toes," she commanded.
He didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, taking her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She moaned, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
"That's it," she murmured, her voice filled with pleasure. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
He groaned, feeling her control over him completely. He knew there was no escaping her. He would do anything she asked, just to feel her body moving against his.
She began to move again, her hips grinding against his, their bodies slapping together in a sensual rhythm. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest once more.
"Do you want to cum on my feet?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with need.
"Then cum on my feet," she said, her voice filled with command.
And with that, he let go, groaning loudly as he felt his release pulsing through his cock and into her feet. She leaned back, her breasts heaving as she watched him writhe in pleasure.
"That's it, Professor Mott," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You're mine, aren't you?"
He nodded, his eyes filled with desire and submission. "Yes," he whispered. "Yours."
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