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@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie whined and whimpered as he spoke, his pace unrelenting. She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it to school in the morning; parts of her were sore and stretched that she’d never thought of feeling this way. But having Vincent fucking her felt amazing, and she didn’t want him to stop.

Vincent struck her ass again trying to thrust into her as hard as he could, he wanted to ensure she stayed here where she belonged “Such a perfect little slut, built to be fucked.” He teased in that lustful tone. He didn’t want to stop but knew he would eventually, he still had school in the morning. Though since he had Fannie wrapped around his finger, why should he bother.

“Only for you, Daddy,” she moaned, walls tightening as she came.

It wasn’t long before Vincent came again. Cursing softly under his breath as he’d savoured he euphoric sensation wash over him. “Fuck I never get tired of this…”

Her body shuddered under his as she panted. “….mmmm me neither…..” she whined softly. “Want my belly to get so big with your babies, tits huge, swollen with milk…still dress like a good little girl for you…”

“Always but I want to fuck your day and night, make you my perfect little breeding whore.” He growls playfully pecking her lips. “God your so sexy.” He smirks his eyes wandering over her. “You want daddy to breed you?”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie whined and whimpered as he spoke, his pace unrelenting. She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it to school in the morning; parts of her were sore and stretched that she’d never thought of feeling this way. But having Vincent fucking her felt amazing, and she didn’t want him to stop.

Vincent struck her ass again trying to thrust into her as hard as he could, he wanted to ensure she stayed here where she belonged “Such a perfect little slut, built to be fucked.” He teased in that lustful tone. He didn’t want to stop but knew he would eventually, he still had school in the morning. Though since he had Fannie wrapped around his finger, why should he bother.

“Only for you, Daddy,” she moaned, walls tightening as she came.

It wasn’t long before Vincent came again. Cursing softly under his breath as he’d savoured he euphoric sensation wash over him. “Fuck I never get tired of this…”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie whined and whimpered as he spoke, his pace unrelenting. She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it to school in the morning; parts of her were sore and stretched that she’d never thought of feeling this way. But having Vincent fucking her felt amazing, and she didn’t want him to stop.

Vincent struck her ass again trying to thrust into her as hard as he could, he wanted to ensure she stayed here where she belonged “Such a perfect little slut, built to be fucked.” He teased in that lustful tone. He didn’t want to stop but knew he would eventually, he still had school in the morning. Though since he had Fannie wrapped around his finger, why should he bother.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

“Please,” she moaned, nodding. She’d felt empty since they’d left his classroom, and needed him to use her again. “Wanna be a tired mess tomorrow at school.”

Pulling his fingers from her, a smile crossed his face as he pecked her lips. “Come on then.” Vincent smirked taking a moment to clean up. With a little cleaning done and dishes in the dish washer, Vincent took her hand and led her upstairs. “Show me that perfect body of yours again.” He smirked slapping her ass.

Fannie stayed a step behind, following Vincent up the stairs. She was in awe of his home; it was beautiful, yet warm. It didn’t feel like a museum. She giggled as he smacked her ass, slowly removing his shirt from her body. “It’s your body, Daddy,” she hummed, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Oh I know it is and I’m addicted to it.” He adds watching her strip for him again. As they stood in the hallway, Vincent stripped out of his clothes . Taking her in his arms, Vincent planted a deep kiss against her lips. Smacking her ass again, Vincent watched her ass jiggle against his strikes and smirked. “So fucking perfect.” He teases positioning her in front of him. His hard cock pressing against her ass.

Fannie melted into him, her body pressed firmly to his as they kissed. She maneuvered into position for him, presenting perfectly; legs spread, back swayed as she bent over, round, firm ass ready for whatever he desired.

Vincent watched her for a moment as they kissed, without any hesitation he pushed back into her. “Fuccck how do you feel even more amazing?” He asked gently starting to thrust against her. Growing quicker with every passing moment.

She could only whimper as he fucked her. Soon she was sucking her thumb to muffle her moans and mewls, occasionally biting it. He felt amazing inside her, better than before, just like he said. The sounds that filled his room were lewd, carnal as her thoughts drifted back to Billy’s face as he watch their teacher fuck her, the same man who’d groped her that morning. “More, please,” she hummed, rocking back into him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked thrusting against her as he moved the two of them into his bed. With his thrusts growing even quicker than ever before, Vincent struck her ass as she hummed for more. “Because If you don’t answer, I’ll stay home tomorrow, so I can tie you up and gag you all day.” He growls. If she wanted to truly be his, Fannie would do as she was told no matter what.

“The look on Billy’s face,” she gasped, grinding against him. “His shock…the betrayal…how amazing it felt to be watched while you marked me, knowing how much he’d wanted it, but I was saving myself for you,” she admitted. “Want him to know how much I love feeling you inside me…how much I love you…need you so much, Daddy…”

Vincent smirked as he’d recalled the events in his mind between his thrusts, it was too perfect. “I agree and I’d be doing the same no matter who saw us, your mine unless I say others can use you.” He adds striking her as before pushing himself deeper. “I love you too babygirl and I’m glad your so happy showing it.” He was only growing more addicted to her with every passing moment.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

“Please,” she moaned, nodding. She’d felt empty since they’d left his classroom, and needed him to use her again. “Wanna be a tired mess tomorrow at school.”

Pulling his fingers from her, a smile crossed his face as he pecked her lips. “Come on then.” Vincent smirked taking a moment to clean up. With a little cleaning done and dishes in the dish washer, Vincent took her hand and led her upstairs. “Show me that perfect body of yours again.” He smirked slapping her ass.

Fannie stayed a step behind, following Vincent up the stairs. She was in awe of his home; it was beautiful, yet warm. It didn’t feel like a museum. She giggled as he smacked her ass, slowly removing his shirt from her body. “It’s your body, Daddy,” she hummed, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Oh I know it is and I’m addicted to it.” He adds watching her strip for him again. As they stood in the hallway, Vincent stripped out of his clothes . Taking her in his arms, Vincent planted a deep kiss against her lips. Smacking her ass again, Vincent watched her ass jiggle against his strikes and smirked. “So fucking perfect.” He teases positioning her in front of him. His hard cock pressing against her ass.

Fannie melted into him, her body pressed firmly to his as they kissed. She maneuvered into position for him, presenting perfectly; legs spread, back swayed as she bent over, round, firm ass ready for whatever he desired.

Vincent watched her for a moment as they kissed, without any hesitation he pushed back into her. “Fuccck how do you feel even more amazing?” He asked gently starting to thrust against her. Growing quicker with every passing moment.

She could only whimper as he fucked her. Soon she was sucking her thumb to muffle her moans and mewls, occasionally biting it. He felt amazing inside her, better than before, just like he said. The sounds that filled his room were lewd, carnal as her thoughts drifted back to Billy’s face as he watch their teacher fuck her, the same man who’d groped her that morning. “More, please,” she hummed, rocking back into him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked thrusting against her as he moved the two of them into his bed. With his thrusts growing even quicker than ever before, Vincent struck her ass as she hummed for more. “Because If you don’t answer, I’ll stay home tomorrow, so I can tie you up and gag you all day.” He growls. If she wanted to truly be his, Fannie would do as she was told no matter what.

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella moaned at his words. She’d always wanted a man who looked at her the way he did, and one who wasn’t ashamed to admit he didn’t want other men touching her. “I should take you home,” she panted, riding him. “Let my dad know I’m safe…that I’m in love…”

Tobias watched her closely for a moment letting his thrusts grow quicker as he got closer to cumming again “Your mine and only mine baby.” He liked the idea of meeting her father after he’d spent hours with his daughter in every part of his home. “And that your going to be the best mom ever.” He adds growing closer still. “I’m already close..your the only one who can do.. this to me.” He pants.

“Yours,” she breathed moments before she came, walls tightening around his cock. “Fuck…” she panted, hips still moving. “Breed me….wanna feel you cum inside me,” she moaned.

“My slutty babygirl eager to get bred.” He chuckles finally coming as he’d buried himself into her. “Up for more or did you want to do anything else?” He asked content either way. As her walls tightened around him pumping every drop of him into her. “You take my cock better then anyone ever could.”

Ella mewled as she felt him filling her, his cock buried deep inside her. “Show my dad who owns me,” she moaned, hips still pumping. “Dress me like a slut, Daddy, wanna be easy for you to use..”

“I plan too babygirl, I’m going to dress you like daddy’s personal slut.” He smirked slapping her sss as he sat up pulling her into am aggressive kiss. “But first I want to spend a day breeding you.” He chuckles softly against her lips. “How’s that sound?”

“I like the way that sounds, Daddy,” she hummed. “What happens when I get pregnant…when we have kids running around? Are you still gonna dress me like your personal slut, Daddy?”

Tobi smirks looking up at her as she spoke she was so gorgeous he could barely look away even for a moment. “Yes we do, I plan to rule with my sexy slutty babygirl with me.” He growls playfully nipping her bottom lip before deepening another kiss, with a sudden thrust against her. “I need everyone to see how sexy you are but are just for me.”

Ella gasped as he thrust deep inside her, moaning as she thought about him taking control of the family business, her fathers men bending to Tobias’ will. All the while she’s there, tempting them, daring them to touch her, if only to see her loves wrath.

Her gasps and moans were hypnotic to him, but Tobias couldn’t bring himself to stop. “I love you..” he growls lustfully containing to aggressively thrust into her over and over. He’d never ruled before so he wasn’t certain his would work out, or he was caught in the entrancing power that Ella had. “I love the way you move like this.”

“I love you,” she moaned, writhing on top of him. “Love the way you feel…the way you touch me…knock me up, Tobi…please…” she whined.

Tobi nods with a playful smirk pulling her into a deepened kiss, as he’d grew closer and closer. The sounds of heir bodies slapping together filled the room, until he finally came. Burying himself in Ella to ensure she got every drop of him.

Ella gasped as he filled her, her own climax washing over her as he filled her. “Fuck,” she mewled, riding out their orgasms.

As they’d both came, Tobi held her in place not wanting her to move. “That felt too good baby.” He looked up to her with a playful grin on his face.

@ellaxvasiliev

Tobi was still expecting his encounter with Ella to have been some elaborate dream, but when he’d woken up the following morning he’d seen that it was very much real. Gently sitting up, Tobi looked to Ella who appeared to still be sleeping. Looking away Tobi looked around the room and then to his bedside table, where his phone still lay. Breathing deeply as the memories of last night played through his mind he reached out snatching his phone from his bedside.

Ella moaned at his words. She’d always wanted a man who looked at her the way he did, and one who wasn’t ashamed to admit he didn’t want other men touching her. “I should take you home,” she panted, riding him. “Let my dad know I’m safe…that I’m in love…”

Tobias watched her closely for a moment letting his thrusts grow quicker as he got closer to cumming again “Your mine and only mine baby.” He liked the idea of meeting her father after he’d spent hours with his daughter in every part of his home. “And that your going to be the best mom ever.” He adds growing closer still. “I’m already close..your the only one who can do.. this to me.” He pants.

“Yours,” she breathed moments before she came, walls tightening around his cock. “Fuck…” she panted, hips still moving. “Breed me….wanna feel you cum inside me,” she moaned.

“My slutty babygirl eager to get bred.” He chuckles finally coming as he’d buried himself into her. “Up for more or did you want to do anything else?” He asked content either way. As her walls tightened around him pumping every drop of him into her. “You take my cock better then anyone ever could.”

Ella mewled as she felt him filling her, his cock buried deep inside her. “Show my dad who owns me,” she moaned, hips still pumping. “Dress me like a slut, Daddy, wanna be easy for you to use..”

“I plan too babygirl, I’m going to dress you like daddy’s personal slut.” He smirked slapping her sss as he sat up pulling her into am aggressive kiss. “But first I want to spend a day breeding you.” He chuckles softly against her lips. “How’s that sound?”

“I like the way that sounds, Daddy,” she hummed. “What happens when I get pregnant…when we have kids running around? Are you still gonna dress me like your personal slut, Daddy?”

Tobi smirks looking up at her as she spoke she was so gorgeous he could barely look away even for a moment. “Yes we do, I plan to rule with my sexy slutty babygirl with me.” He growls playfully nipping her bottom lip before deepening another kiss, with a sudden thrust against her. “I need everyone to see how sexy you are but are just for me.”

Ella gasped as he thrust deep inside her, moaning as she thought about him taking control of the family business, her fathers men bending to Tobias’ will. All the while she’s there, tempting them, daring them to touch her, if only to see her loves wrath.

Her gasps and moans were hypnotic to him, but Tobias couldn’t bring himself to stop. “I love you..” he growls lustfully containing to aggressively thrust into her over and over. He’d never ruled before so he wasn’t certain his would work out, or he was caught in the entrancing power that Ella had. “I love the way you move like this.”

“I love you,” she moaned, writhing on top of him. “Love the way you feel…the way you touch me…knock me up, Tobi…please…” she whined.

Tobi nods with a playful smirk pulling her into a deepened kiss, as he’d grew closer and closer. The sounds of heir bodies slapping together filled the room, until he finally came. Burying himself in Ella to ensure she got every drop of him.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

“Please,” she moaned, nodding. She’d felt empty since they’d left his classroom, and needed him to use her again. “Wanna be a tired mess tomorrow at school.”

Pulling his fingers from her, a smile crossed his face as he pecked her lips. “Come on then.” Vincent smirked taking a moment to clean up. With a little cleaning done and dishes in the dish washer, Vincent took her hand and led her upstairs. “Show me that perfect body of yours again.” He smirked slapping her ass.

Fannie stayed a step behind, following Vincent up the stairs. She was in awe of his home; it was beautiful, yet warm. It didn’t feel like a museum. She giggled as he smacked her ass, slowly removing his shirt from her body. “It’s your body, Daddy,” she hummed, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Oh I know it is and I’m addicted to it.” He adds watching her strip for him again. As they stood in the hallway, Vincent stripped out of his clothes . Taking her in his arms, Vincent planted a deep kiss against her lips. Smacking her ass again, Vincent watched her ass jiggle against his strikes and smirked. “So fucking perfect.” He teases positioning her in front of him. His hard cock pressing against her ass.

Fannie melted into him, her body pressed firmly to his as they kissed. She maneuvered into position for him, presenting perfectly; legs spread, back swayed as she bent over, round, firm ass ready for whatever he desired.

Vincent watched her for a moment as they kissed, without any hesitation he pushed back into her. “Fuccck how do you feel even more amazing?” He asked gently starting to thrust against her. Growing quicker with every passing moment.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

“Please,” she moaned, nodding. She’d felt empty since they’d left his classroom, and needed him to use her again. “Wanna be a tired mess tomorrow at school.”

Pulling his fingers from her, a smile crossed his face as he pecked her lips. “Come on then.” Vincent smirked taking a moment to clean up. With a little cleaning done and dishes in the dish washer, Vincent took her hand and led her upstairs. “Show me that perfect body of yours again.” He smirked slapping her ass.

Fannie stayed a step behind, following Vincent up the stairs. She was in awe of his home; it was beautiful, yet warm. It didn’t feel like a museum. She giggled as he smacked her ass, slowly removing his shirt from her body. “It’s your body, Daddy,” she hummed, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Oh I know it is and I’m addicted to it.” He adds watching her strip for him again. As they stood in the hallway, Vincent stripped out of his clothes . Taking her in his arms, Vincent planted a deep kiss against her lips. Smacking her ass again, Vincent watched her ass jiggle against his strikes and smirked. “So fucking perfect.” He teases positioning her in front of him. His hard cock pressing against her ass.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

“Please,” she moaned, nodding. She’d felt empty since they’d left his classroom, and needed him to use her again. “Wanna be a tired mess tomorrow at school.”

Pulling his fingers from her, a smile crossed his face as he pecked her lips. “Come on then.” Vincent smirked taking a moment to clean up. With a little cleaning done and dishes in the dish washer, Vincent took her hand and led her upstairs. “Show me that perfect body of yours again.” He smirked slapping her ass.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake. “Feels so good….please….please fuck me, Daddy….” Her breathing was heavy as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

Vincent watched her whimper and move against his fingers, prompting him to move quicker now. “You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you into tomorrow?”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

Fannie spread her legs for him, moaning as he fingered her. “We can do whatever you wish on the weekends,” she hummed, her eyes on his. “Maybe after school tomorrow we could get me some new undergarments? I only have the boring ones my parents approved…and I want everything I wear to be something you love…”

“We can do whatever you like.” He adds not paying complete attention to what she was saying, instead just pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. “But that works for me if that’s something you’d like to do, it makes little difference to me but the choice remains yours.”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed, doing her best not to grind into his touch. “My body is yours, Daddy. I just want you to feel even better than you make me feel.”

“Oh I know baby and if we didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d spend a day using every part of you.” Vincent pushing his fingers past her pussy lips. “My home is yours remember so make yourself comfortable.”

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

Fannie bit her lip feeling his touch. She understood perfectly what he meant, and appreciated that he was willing to give her a small bit of freedom. “I will strive not to disappoint you with my choices,” she promised, her hands resting on his forearms. “I love how you touch me,” she breathed.

He loves the way she reacted to his touch and continued to study her responses to his words closely. “I know you won’t disappoint me because you never have.” He assured her, letting his fingers move between her legs. “So do I , but the hardest part is how difficult I find it to stop.” He admitted. His fingers finding their place against her pussy, gently beginning to tease her.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

“I’m yours,” she promised against his lips. “Forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me, not unless you want them to. I wanted to ask…do you want me to keep going to school?” She knew home schooling would be an option to graduate if he wanted her to stay home for him.

“And I’m yours, but I won’t be choosing everything for you. So you can attend if you still want too or not.” He explains as it made little to no difference to him either way. As he would still treat her like his and use her like this regardless. As he’d been speaking his fingers, started to wander beneath the hem of her shirt and onto her legs.

@fan-maddson

Did Vincent like this job? Absolutely it was interesting to say the least and frankly it didn’t ever seem to go the way he expected. Looking the way he did, Vincent did know how to turn on the charm which had gotten him out of a lot of complicated situations. As the best looking teacher, Vincent was definitely popular among at least a few of the female students. So he watched to test something in his latest class. He was explaining how to properly sketch people without making them looking goofy. But alas it didn’t seem to make sense to some in class, that’s when the idea came to him. “Okay I need a volunteer to be my model.” While a few hands shot up of some students, a smirk crossed his face prompting a look at a few students until he’d made his decision. To him, she put the others to shame easily. “Fannie come here, your my muse for this demonstration.”

Fannie blushed as he spoke about how many times he’d filled her. “Really? I’m the first,” she asked her eyes on his. She couldn’t believe she was so special, especially in his life.

Vincent nodded with loving lustful eyes, she needed to know. “So you can believe that I know your one of a kind in every meaning of the world.” He leaned in planting another deepened kiss against her lips. “So I’m going to keep you all to myself, because I’m addicted to you.”

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