" --- he said in a sinister way --- "So, child, what brings you here?"--- "Mr. Harrison, sir. He said to meet him here."--- "And remind me, what does ...Mr Harrison do?" --- he asked, confirming her suspicion he didn't even know the arts teacher, and they were probably communicating through some anonymous internet forum.--- "He's the best arts teacher ever." --- she said eagerly --- "I have lessons with him, and he likes my works very much."--- "He does, does he? That's very nice." --- the man. And the next day, I received a message from her. Saying Good morning and I replied her and started a conversation. As time passed, we became close again. The message turned into calls and sometimes video calls. By conversations, I came to know that she is not happy with her family life.She used to share her problems and how her husband beats her. I used to console her. Slowly, she started liking me. We know that we like each other but we are not breaking the ice.I am in a fear that if I take. Before I get the chance to say another word you slam all eight inches of your rock hard cock into my tight pussy. I scream out in a mixture of both pleasure and pain, as you pull all the way out to the tip, and slam back in, buried to your balls. You start fucking me like it’s the last ride you’ll ever get. You pound my pussy good and I feel myself entering a third orgasm. I scream out loud, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkk." I’m sure the whole hotel can hear me now but I don’t care. “I’m cumming,” I pant. " You're hard right now, aren't you?" she asked without hesitation, shocking herself."Time out!" William replied, his eyes frantic, his mouth twisting.Oh God, it was happening again, like a spark igniting, with no way to escape... Like everything she could possibly control was falling apart, and coming together in a new configuration, with blazing energy between her legs. She was on fire, and playing with fire, and on the verge of being consumed. It was so fucking exciting but she had to.