Chapter 92 Spread Your Pussy Wider For Me🌶️🌶️🌶️
Chapter 92
NANCY'S POV
My breath came out in ragged gasps. “Fuck yes, does it look like I changed my mind?” I rasped, sweat beading at my forehead as I tried to bite back a moan.
He was teasing me, gently rubbing at my clit but never actually pushing into me. And fuck, I needed to feel his fingers inside my wet heat.
“You want this? You want your instructor to fuck you? Huh? It's not very appropriate.” He breathed, grinding up against me.
My lips fell open in a breathy plea. “Pleaseㅡ”
His fingers slid inside me without warning, making me gasp loudly. He was thick, long ㅡ exactly how I imagined his fingers would feel. He hooked them inside me, rubbing that spot that made my toes curl, making me lean up on my tiptoes. "Brandon..." I whined softly, already feeling my legs shake.
With a grunt, he added another finger, scissoring them inside me roughly. My back arched off the wall, hands scrambling for something to hold onto. His thumb pressed down on my clit, circling it aggressively while his fingers curled deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
"Shh…” His free hand suddenly moved to my mouth, covering it as he continued to finger fuck me brutally against the wall.
His thumb on my clit was relentless, his fingers hitting that spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back. "You wanted flexibility? Let's see how flexible you really are…”
Brandon added a third finger, stretching me wide open as he pumped them in and out of my soaked pussy. His thumb on my clit was a blur of motion, making my hips buck forward uncontrollably.
I could barely breathe, his hand muffling my moans against my mouth. "Mmph...mmph!”
He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty and whimpering against his hand. He looked down at the torn leggings, then back up at me with a dark smirk. "Hold onto something." Before I could process, he was lifting me up suddenly.
He settled me on his hips, my legs wrapped around him while my back remained to the wall, letting me feel his rock-hard length through his sweatpants against my exposed pussy.
He started grinding slowly against me instead of pulling out his cock and entering immediately. The friction was insane through the thin fabric of his pants combined with my wetness seeping through my torn leggings.
"Feel that? That's what you were begging for..." He rotated his hips slowly, his length rubbing against my clit perfectly through the fabric.
One hand held my waist tightly while the other trailed up to palm my breast roughly over my top. "Such a flexible little student... Spread wider for me.”
I widened my legs eagerly, wrapping them around his waist completely as he continued to grind against me slowly.
The fabric of his pants and my torn leggings created the most delicious friction against my bare pu
ssy. I was making desperate sounds against his hand that was still muffling my mouth.