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Like so that they remember me, I'm Mario, a diploma-ceramic mason in another story I share with you. I took Analysis Math III, Improper Integrals, Wave Equation - D'Alembert Method and can keep going... please help me pass this course, the theory was given by the department head, a bespectacled woman, plump like a fat gut, she would start class developing on the blackboard, two hours straight and it seemed like when she was about to finish explaining the topic, I got the impression that it was over, what a fanatic, please, she got passionate, it was like she was getting hot giving the lesson... I thought of my morbo, this fundamentalist Fourier and Laplace, what a good lampaziada of papo, an abundant milk-based dessert on her shoulder, a wild puppy on the table.. the prof's face looked like a virgin, plus to increase my little disposition towards the course, the practical work teacher, too soft and sweet, always had a hoarse voice, depilated eyebrows, penetrating perfume like a cutie, who would look at your hands, mouth while you consulted the limit of the improper integral defined from a point to infinity...
Seated in the faculty library, I tried to solve exercises for a practical work and nothing, I couldn't get one right, read it again and again, no way, until I got tired, went to the transparent and looked at the consultation hours, there was a professor who attended consultations from 17:30 to 19:00, it was like half an hour away, so I sat on the floor, half frustrated, music from my cell phone in my ears and re-read my notes, when I saw that a woman was coming, thirty-something, tall, formal outfit with dark red border, handbag and skirt, white blouse, briefcase, looking for something in her purse to open the box where she supposedly gave consultations, when she saw me standing up...
-You're waiting for me.
-Good afternoon, are you Professor Natalia? I was waiting for you to ask a question, because I'm not making progress. super nervous and rushed, struggled with the key to open the door.
- Look now I can't attend to it, if you excuse me, I have a serious problem
The keys fell out of her hand and she put her open palm on her head, it was a bundle of nerves. I approach her, lift the enormous key ring, ask her to calm down, tell me which key is for the door, that I'll open it and if she could help me with anything, it would be a shame to see her almost trembling and almost disheveled from nerves.
-I have to pick up my son from daycare to leave him at my mother's, when I'm about to start the car, it doesn't move, when I parked it this morning it was running fine, I call my husband and as always he never has time to help me, I still have to go back to your consultations, I came to look up a taxi in the phone book to call a car.
-Why don't you calm down Professor, so that a taxi comes to the university campus, it will take about half an hour, nervous like this doesn't solve anything, let's see your car, I understand something about mechanics and if not I'll take her on my motorcycle to the taxi stand here at twenty blocks away and she'll save time, if it's for my consultation, it's not that urgent...
As we walked to the faculty beach, I tried to control her nerves, tried to deduce what could have happened to her car, the daycare doesn't wait, an infernal drama, when we arrived at the car, a Fiat Uno, not very old, I'm going to start it, the dead battery, I checked the key of the light and had left the lights on, the Professor's face thinking what a fool I am, was unique, struggling with the help of other students nearby, we started the Fiat and she got in more calmly, I recommend that she not turn it off, let her drive calmly.
-But wait for me, I'll be back in half an hour and we'll see your doubts.
-I have classes soon Professor, but tomorrow if I must come, this material is costing me horrors.
-Well, better like that, so we can see more calmly, I'll be here from the 15:30, even though the box office door is closed, knock and I'll attend to it, and many thanks. -You're welcome, go peacefully. -What's your name? -Mario -Okay Mario, I'll be expecting you tomorrow. And she left, desperate. I don't remember because I didn't go the next day and then I went to Professor Sweet's consultation, half-awkwardly grasping the material, my consultations were more sporadic and I think my schedules didn't coincide with Professor Natalia's, from the bundle of nerves, and I didn't see her again or didn't cross paths. Near the end of the quarter, time to regularize subjects and finals, I'd leave work at the health center and rush straight to school, resolve old finals that always have the student centers and if a doubt arose, I'd consult Professor Sweet, so around those days I was in the library -Hello Mario (whispering) (I remembered your name and everything) -Hello Professor, how are you? (whispering too) The librarian, an old hag but I adored her because she maintained a beautiful silence for studying and not getting distracted with nonsense, forced anyone who came to keep quiet, so the professor made hand signals for us to leave the library, which I did, leaving my things where they were. -Hello, how are you Mario?, you disappeared, I didn't see you again -Fine Professor, it's just that since I work, in your consultation hours it gets hard for me, that day when I saw you, I came early like now, to study, because the finals are coming up -And how do you handle it? -I think well, I was resolving old finals -That's fine, look, I'll be at my office now until six o'clock, I'm working on a computer investigation, there are two desks there, you can study quietly and if you need anything just come consult me. -I wouldn't want to be a bother Professor. -Not Mario, you're not bothering me at all, don't forget the kindness you showed that day with me, the help with the car I didn't find you anymore to tell you that crazy day... bla bla. As I was talking nonstop, I thought to myself, I'm not worth so much gratitude and even though it's true that I looked at her face, listening to what she was saying, I gave her a Morbex-type scanner, about 35 years old, well taken care of, fresh-looking face, brown eyes, almost colorless mouth, normal-sized lips, round face, hair on the shoulders with that hair tie that holds the bangs, well-laced brunette, I estimate around 1.60 meters, slightly plump, typical math teacher type, if she was wearing perfume, I didn't notice, intellectual glasses, zero makeup, loose-fitting vest pants, wide light-colored shirt with one extra button, bold and detached, you couldn't see it but it suggested itself, I don't know if I'm explaining myself right, and there were a good pair of melons that showed well, not too much, and she had a necklace with a religious image on her neck, a thick wedding ring on her left hand, a wristwatch, small gold earrings, nun-like shoes, those closed ones, type of man, single color, wide sole, comfortable, belt, wallet, everything in the same tone, it wasn't a woman who could heat me up and that's what 20-year-olds are always material available for, but I was calm with lactose levels normal or below, I would eat the girl next door or she would eat me, which is more correct to say, and the yummy mature aunt, even though it's true that our Saturday afternoon sessions were spaced out, they were always of first-class quality. So I went to pick up my backpack with my notebooks, helmet, while she waited for me in the hallway, together we walked a long stretch across the university grounds to get to her box and as I always say, build the moment, eternal chats, always starting one to tell about your life and when it gets interrupted because she wants to tell you about hers, making the most companionable silence and listening attentively, married to her boyfriend who she met in university while studying same math teacher also a three-year-old son building the house practical work dedication semi-exclusive waiting to be able to compete to access exclusive dedication with that according to her significant improvement in salary all like a mathematical theorem hypothesis thesis and demonstration his orderly and predictable life just as she told me. Finally, alone I got into the dance.
We entered her box which she tells me she shares with another professor typical small ones like a shoebox window width two desks in line something that looks like a library next to the door serves as a stop when entering in the corner an electric heating resistor those ceramic and metal round things a kettle and a shelf above with mate two cups sugar bowl tea herbs two small cups and one with utensils a bag of tortillas I don't know how old they are a package of rye crackers opened closed with a rubber band and I think a napkin two plants in the window which she greets sweetly running the curtain to let light in telling me to get comfortable indicating the desk to use that she's going to get water from a thermos for mates and watering the plants.
I settled in took out my folders and continued studying but the teacher wasn't coming back like she had left the door open so some student was asking something or someone was walking by in the hallway it was hard for me to concentrate what an idiot I am grumbling annoyed in my thoughts wishing I hadn't come and going back to the silent library when...
Oh God, I ran into the Head of the department, she wouldn't leave me alone, how does that woman talk... (Seriously?) How are you? showing me you're looking... and when it seems like she's about to come over to see what I'm doing decides to put the kettle on for mates waters the plants as she passes and starts setting up at the other desk for what she wanted to do puts her notebook away takes out a folder opens it... It has like drafts, look for the little red cable under the desk so your computer can have internet and I waiting like salami, when a student asks about a teacher and she tells him where her box is. -Don't mind if I close the door, but every now and then they come asking things, the macana that enters little air. The one was about to send off the recalcitrant...and doesn't wait for my response, closes the door with key and comes to look at my papers - See, I want to see what you're doing, She puts herself beside me and leans over to look at my paper and review my exercises, and at that point, just then, the wide blouse, the one with the loose button, makes all my annoyance go away, the insipid cutie, the typical math teacher, becomes an object of enormous desire, my impudent eyes dedicated themselves to seeing two huge mountains, white, joined drawing a line...if that line you know, two huge breasts held by a corset of those strong and large, half-antique, she concentrated on reviewing my exercises, without looking at me I grabbed my pencil and made corrections until she stopped and said - Recheck what you marked, you have a stupid mistake but it costs you all the points in the exercise on the exam. And she went back to her desk, my gaze stuck on her ass, looking at her hips, looking at her in another way, was the same cutie but had changed radically, I struggled trying to concentrate on the exercise, I struggled with the image of her breasts, I struggled with my cock hard pressed in my pants, I struggled... Pass a long time, I could finish the exercise and practice with others, she worked silently on her computer, passing me a mate or passing me my paper for her to review, finished the partial and around four o'clock, I wanted to leave, it didn't serve to stay there, I couldn't concentrate and she like nothing, brought me, locked me in, showed me her breasts and nothing...or I'm so masturbating that something as normal as a teacher insisting on coming with her, the two of us alone, locked up, those enormous tits placed like in a stained glass window and she could study on top of me, I wanted to leave already.
When I'm adjusting things, she stops approaching and asks if that's all, letting what she was doing so she can consult with me,
-I think almost everything is professor, thank you very much for your help
-Does Mario have something? You look upset
And she detains me by putting her hand on my arm, searching for my eyes, waiting for a response, I put my hand on top of hers, my enormous, rough, mason's hand on top of hers, a small pressure, a caress,
-Nothing's wrong with me, you're the one who's passing something to me
-That's what you say
Surprised or pretending to be surprised, she doesn't move, just looks at me fixedly and defiantly, in a strong, decided tone that I should listen carefully,
-What's wrong with me? You're passing it to me, you're crossing me, you can cross me
And I kiss her mouth like a plug with soul and life, tried to stop me with her arms, attempting resistance, already had taken hold of her waist, making her lean on the edge of the desk that slid towards the wall with a loud noise, supporting her, without time for her to process it, the bundle with force, encouraging her to open those stuffed legs to receive me, I let go of her mouth, look at her through those intellectual glasses, which now turned out sexy, released the hair tie, moved her head like freeing it, looking at me with her lower lip bitten, that gesture was that desire she couldn't defend herself against, nor stop herself, nor resist and embracing me, she ate my trout, that professor's plug, I won't explain it, sloppy, juicy, putting my tongue in my mouth and playing on my lips, nibbling my lips slowly, little nips on my pear, caressing her lips on my two-day beard…
-Mario (giving a sigh), what are we doing for God?
-Care for my skin Natalia, touch me
And she put her hands under my sweater, that inimitable sigh, feeling the friction of her hands. On my back, her mouth on mine without pauses, searching to open the buttons of her blouse almost clumsily, as our unbridled passion drove us and when I could finally open her blouse, see those two infernal boobs, wide, heavy, inserted in that enormous corset, which I lifted up, releasing those two beauties, twins, white, aureolas enormous, large, fat, rounded nipples, three well-marked points, desperate to suck her tits, barely entering the tip of her breast into my mouth, enormous, covering my face, it was such my clumsiness and the force with which I got caught
-Mario... Mario, slow down please, you're making me hurt
I think he said that just to say it, yes it was pain, but also his warmth, feeling my desperation for those boobs
-What beautiful tits you have, please, like an integral defined in an infinite interval
And she gave me her mathematical smile
-I want to know how the function is defined to study its limit (playing too)
She released the belt with mastery and as if defining the set of natural numbers, {1,2,3...} she released the button of the cowboy, I lowered the zipper, sent both hands into a terrible frill, to the cheeks of my Booty pressing me against her full legs, open and eager, for that loose cowboy to be removed, he reclined along the desk and lifted his legs over my chest, nun's shoes on the floor, releasing the belt, the button, lowering the zipper of that boring cowboy, very much a prude and lowering, discovering those fat legs, with cellulite, poorly depilated, with incipient hairs growing, which excited me indescribably, the wide old-fashioned panty was splitting my head, the hairs on her pussy that were so abundant they were coming out of the side, black, long, and lacy like hers, lowering that enormous panty while she finished taking off her corset, which I had lifted up clumsily and Natalia's way of looking at me, a mix
from a excited, lost, insecure woman, unable to handle that situation, just her, with schematic, axiomatic, and mathematical conduct, caught in a desire that was losing her, one she couldn't defend herself against, it's hard to describe feeling like kissing her, sucking her, licking her, it was like collecting the taste, flavor, smell of her natural skin, wanting those rolls of fat, her chubby belly, biting into pieces, caressing her with devotion and her returning that devotion with the heat of a woman in heat, finding that little pussy, hidden between her plump thighs and long, thick hair, well-lubricated, seeing her cover her mouth desperate not to scream when I gave her a crazy blowjob during her heat, getting between my teeth those long hairs, wetting them with my saliva, to lower again to that little pussy, moist, closed, hidden. In her desire, taking my face with both hands, searching for a kiss, reclined on the desk, she opened her legs, in that language without sounds, saying come on, don't delay any longer, she pulled me towards her, with one hand adjusting the cock at the entrance, putting her hands on my waist and bringing me closer to her, feeling like I was penetrating that moist and tight pussy, feeling her contained moan, feeling like I was entering her, feeling like the professor was letting herself be possessed, feeling, pumping deep, making my cock run the entire length from the tip to feel like there's nothing left to put inside, feeling that sound when it hits my frenzied pounding on her plump thighs, feeling like my cock is beating in her interior, feeling like she's pushing her way open, twisting me to suck those enormous tits dementedly, guilty of all this madness, leaving them red from the pressure of my mouth, marked by my two-day beard, looking at my veinous, hard cock entering that pussy, all wet and open, feeling like I'm holding her waist with force with both hands. In those rolls of fat, instinctively open my legs a little, come out to the tip and go back in deeply, feel that shivering, feel the chill, emit that special moan and empty myself inside her, feel her sensed kiss and collapse, she kisses me, caresses me, let my throbbing cock stay quiet, she hugs me tightly, the math teacher, doesn't let me go.
Like so that they remember me, I'm Mario, a diploma-ceramic mason in another story I share with you. I took Analysis Math III, Improper Integrals, Wave Equation - D'Alembert Method and can keep going... please help me pass this course, the theory was given by the department head, a bespectacled woman, plump like a fat gut, she would start class developing on the blackboard, two hours straight and it seemed like when she was about to finish explaining the topic, I got the impression that it was over, what a fanatic, please, she got passionate, it was like she was getting hot giving the lesson... I thought of my morbo, this fundamentalist Fourier and Laplace, what a good lampaziada of papo, an abundant milk-based dessert on her shoulder, a wild puppy on the table.. the prof's face looked like a virgin, plus to increase my little disposition towards the course, the practical work teacher, too soft and sweet, always had a hoarse voice, depilated eyebrows, penetrating perfume like a cutie, who would look at your hands, mouth while you consulted the limit of the improper integral defined from a point to infinity...
Seated in the faculty library, I tried to solve exercises for a practical work and nothing, I couldn't get one right, read it again and again, no way, until I got tired, went to the transparent and looked at the consultation hours, there was a professor who attended consultations from 17:30 to 19:00, it was like half an hour away, so I sat on the floor, half frustrated, music from my cell phone in my ears and re-read my notes, when I saw that a woman was coming, thirty-something, tall, formal outfit with dark red border, handbag and skirt, white blouse, briefcase, looking for something in her purse to open the box where she supposedly gave consultations, when she saw me standing up...
-You're waiting for me.
-Good afternoon, are you Professor Natalia? I was waiting for you to ask a question, because I'm not making progress. super nervous and rushed, struggled with the key to open the door.
- Look now I can't attend to it, if you excuse me, I have a serious problem
The keys fell out of her hand and she put her open palm on her head, it was a bundle of nerves. I approach her, lift the enormous key ring, ask her to calm down, tell me which key is for the door, that I'll open it and if she could help me with anything, it would be a shame to see her almost trembling and almost disheveled from nerves.
-I have to pick up my son from daycare to leave him at my mother's, when I'm about to start the car, it doesn't move, when I parked it this morning it was running fine, I call my husband and as always he never has time to help me, I still have to go back to your consultations, I came to look up a taxi in the phone book to call a car.
-Why don't you calm down Professor, so that a taxi comes to the university campus, it will take about half an hour, nervous like this doesn't solve anything, let's see your car, I understand something about mechanics and if not I'll take her on my motorcycle to the taxi stand here at twenty blocks away and she'll save time, if it's for my consultation, it's not that urgent...
As we walked to the faculty beach, I tried to control her nerves, tried to deduce what could have happened to her car, the daycare doesn't wait, an infernal drama, when we arrived at the car, a Fiat Uno, not very old, I'm going to start it, the dead battery, I checked the key of the light and had left the lights on, the Professor's face thinking what a fool I am, was unique, struggling with the help of other students nearby, we started the Fiat and she got in more calmly, I recommend that she not turn it off, let her drive calmly.
-But wait for me, I'll be back in half an hour and we'll see your doubts.
-I have classes soon Professor, but tomorrow if I must come, this material is costing me horrors.
-Well, better like that, so we can see more calmly, I'll be here from the 15:30, even though the box office door is closed, knock and I'll attend to it, and many thanks. -You're welcome, go peacefully. -What's your name? -Mario -Okay Mario, I'll be expecting you tomorrow. And she left, desperate. I don't remember because I didn't go the next day and then I went to Professor Sweet's consultation, half-awkwardly grasping the material, my consultations were more sporadic and I think my schedules didn't coincide with Professor Natalia's, from the bundle of nerves, and I didn't see her again or didn't cross paths. Near the end of the quarter, time to regularize subjects and finals, I'd leave work at the health center and rush straight to school, resolve old finals that always have the student centers and if a doubt arose, I'd consult Professor Sweet, so around those days I was in the library -Hello Mario (whispering) (I remembered your name and everything) -Hello Professor, how are you? (whispering too) The librarian, an old hag but I adored her because she maintained a beautiful silence for studying and not getting distracted with nonsense, forced anyone who came to keep quiet, so the professor made hand signals for us to leave the library, which I did, leaving my things where they were. -Hello, how are you Mario?, you disappeared, I didn't see you again -Fine Professor, it's just that since I work, in your consultation hours it gets hard for me, that day when I saw you, I came early like now, to study, because the finals are coming up -And how do you handle it? -I think well, I was resolving old finals -That's fine, look, I'll be at my office now until six o'clock, I'm working on a computer investigation, there are two desks there, you can study quietly and if you need anything just come consult me. -I wouldn't want to be a bother Professor. -Not Mario, you're not bothering me at all, don't forget the kindness you showed that day with me, the help with the car I didn't find you anymore to tell you that crazy day... bla bla. As I was talking nonstop, I thought to myself, I'm not worth so much gratitude and even though it's true that I looked at her face, listening to what she was saying, I gave her a Morbex-type scanner, about 35 years old, well taken care of, fresh-looking face, brown eyes, almost colorless mouth, normal-sized lips, round face, hair on the shoulders with that hair tie that holds the bangs, well-laced brunette, I estimate around 1.60 meters, slightly plump, typical math teacher type, if she was wearing perfume, I didn't notice, intellectual glasses, zero makeup, loose-fitting vest pants, wide light-colored shirt with one extra button, bold and detached, you couldn't see it but it suggested itself, I don't know if I'm explaining myself right, and there were a good pair of melons that showed well, not too much, and she had a necklace with a religious image on her neck, a thick wedding ring on her left hand, a wristwatch, small gold earrings, nun-like shoes, those closed ones, type of man, single color, wide sole, comfortable, belt, wallet, everything in the same tone, it wasn't a woman who could heat me up and that's what 20-year-olds are always material available for, but I was calm with lactose levels normal or below, I would eat the girl next door or she would eat me, which is more correct to say, and the yummy mature aunt, even though it's true that our Saturday afternoon sessions were spaced out, they were always of first-class quality. So I went to pick up my backpack with my notebooks, helmet, while she waited for me in the hallway, together we walked a long stretch across the university grounds to get to her box and as I always say, build the moment, eternal chats, always starting one to tell about your life and when it gets interrupted because she wants to tell you about hers, making the most companionable silence and listening attentively, married to her boyfriend who she met in university while studying same math teacher also a three-year-old son building the house practical work dedication semi-exclusive waiting to be able to compete to access exclusive dedication with that according to her significant improvement in salary all like a mathematical theorem hypothesis thesis and demonstration his orderly and predictable life just as she told me. Finally, alone I got into the dance.
We entered her box which she tells me she shares with another professor typical small ones like a shoebox window width two desks in line something that looks like a library next to the door serves as a stop when entering in the corner an electric heating resistor those ceramic and metal round things a kettle and a shelf above with mate two cups sugar bowl tea herbs two small cups and one with utensils a bag of tortillas I don't know how old they are a package of rye crackers opened closed with a rubber band and I think a napkin two plants in the window which she greets sweetly running the curtain to let light in telling me to get comfortable indicating the desk to use that she's going to get water from a thermos for mates and watering the plants.
I settled in took out my folders and continued studying but the teacher wasn't coming back like she had left the door open so some student was asking something or someone was walking by in the hallway it was hard for me to concentrate what an idiot I am grumbling annoyed in my thoughts wishing I hadn't come and going back to the silent library when...
Oh God, I ran into the Head of the department, she wouldn't leave me alone, how does that woman talk... (Seriously?) How are you? showing me you're looking... and when it seems like she's about to come over to see what I'm doing decides to put the kettle on for mates waters the plants as she passes and starts setting up at the other desk for what she wanted to do puts her notebook away takes out a folder opens it... It has like drafts, look for the little red cable under the desk so your computer can have internet and I waiting like salami, when a student asks about a teacher and she tells him where her box is. -Don't mind if I close the door, but every now and then they come asking things, the macana that enters little air. The one was about to send off the recalcitrant...and doesn't wait for my response, closes the door with key and comes to look at my papers - See, I want to see what you're doing, She puts herself beside me and leans over to look at my paper and review my exercises, and at that point, just then, the wide blouse, the one with the loose button, makes all my annoyance go away, the insipid cutie, the typical math teacher, becomes an object of enormous desire, my impudent eyes dedicated themselves to seeing two huge mountains, white, joined drawing a line...if that line you know, two huge breasts held by a corset of those strong and large, half-antique, she concentrated on reviewing my exercises, without looking at me I grabbed my pencil and made corrections until she stopped and said - Recheck what you marked, you have a stupid mistake but it costs you all the points in the exercise on the exam. And she went back to her desk, my gaze stuck on her ass, looking at her hips, looking at her in another way, was the same cutie but had changed radically, I struggled trying to concentrate on the exercise, I struggled with the image of her breasts, I struggled with my cock hard pressed in my pants, I struggled... Pass a long time, I could finish the exercise and practice with others, she worked silently on her computer, passing me a mate or passing me my paper for her to review, finished the partial and around four o'clock, I wanted to leave, it didn't serve to stay there, I couldn't concentrate and she like nothing, brought me, locked me in, showed me her breasts and nothing...or I'm so masturbating that something as normal as a teacher insisting on coming with her, the two of us alone, locked up, those enormous tits placed like in a stained glass window and she could study on top of me, I wanted to leave already.
When I'm adjusting things, she stops approaching and asks if that's all, letting what she was doing so she can consult with me,
-I think almost everything is professor, thank you very much for your help
-Does Mario have something? You look upset
And she detains me by putting her hand on my arm, searching for my eyes, waiting for a response, I put my hand on top of hers, my enormous, rough, mason's hand on top of hers, a small pressure, a caress,
-Nothing's wrong with me, you're the one who's passing something to me
-That's what you say
Surprised or pretending to be surprised, she doesn't move, just looks at me fixedly and defiantly, in a strong, decided tone that I should listen carefully,
-What's wrong with me? You're passing it to me, you're crossing me, you can cross me
And I kiss her mouth like a plug with soul and life, tried to stop me with her arms, attempting resistance, already had taken hold of her waist, making her lean on the edge of the desk that slid towards the wall with a loud noise, supporting her, without time for her to process it, the bundle with force, encouraging her to open those stuffed legs to receive me, I let go of her mouth, look at her through those intellectual glasses, which now turned out sexy, released the hair tie, moved her head like freeing it, looking at me with her lower lip bitten, that gesture was that desire she couldn't defend herself against, nor stop herself, nor resist and embracing me, she ate my trout, that professor's plug, I won't explain it, sloppy, juicy, putting my tongue in my mouth and playing on my lips, nibbling my lips slowly, little nips on my pear, caressing her lips on my two-day beard…
-Mario (giving a sigh), what are we doing for God?
-Care for my skin Natalia, touch me
And she put her hands under my sweater, that inimitable sigh, feeling the friction of her hands. On my back, her mouth on mine without pauses, searching to open the buttons of her blouse almost clumsily, as our unbridled passion drove us and when I could finally open her blouse, see those two infernal boobs, wide, heavy, inserted in that enormous corset, which I lifted up, releasing those two beauties, twins, white, aureolas enormous, large, fat, rounded nipples, three well-marked points, desperate to suck her tits, barely entering the tip of her breast into my mouth, enormous, covering my face, it was such my clumsiness and the force with which I got caught
-Mario... Mario, slow down please, you're making me hurt
I think he said that just to say it, yes it was pain, but also his warmth, feeling my desperation for those boobs
-What beautiful tits you have, please, like an integral defined in an infinite interval
And she gave me her mathematical smile
-I want to know how the function is defined to study its limit (playing too)
She released the belt with mastery and as if defining the set of natural numbers, {1,2,3...} she released the button of the cowboy, I lowered the zipper, sent both hands into a terrible frill, to the cheeks of my Booty pressing me against her full legs, open and eager, for that loose cowboy to be removed, he reclined along the desk and lifted his legs over my chest, nun's shoes on the floor, releasing the belt, the button, lowering the zipper of that boring cowboy, very much a prude and lowering, discovering those fat legs, with cellulite, poorly depilated, with incipient hairs growing, which excited me indescribably, the wide old-fashioned panty was splitting my head, the hairs on her pussy that were so abundant they were coming out of the side, black, long, and lacy like hers, lowering that enormous panty while she finished taking off her corset, which I had lifted up clumsily and Natalia's way of looking at me, a mix
from a excited, lost, insecure woman, unable to handle that situation, just her, with schematic, axiomatic, and mathematical conduct, caught in a desire that was losing her, one she couldn't defend herself against, it's hard to describe feeling like kissing her, sucking her, licking her, it was like collecting the taste, flavor, smell of her natural skin, wanting those rolls of fat, her chubby belly, biting into pieces, caressing her with devotion and her returning that devotion with the heat of a woman in heat, finding that little pussy, hidden between her plump thighs and long, thick hair, well-lubricated, seeing her cover her mouth desperate not to scream when I gave her a crazy blowjob during her heat, getting between my teeth those long hairs, wetting them with my saliva, to lower again to that little pussy, moist, closed, hidden. In her desire, taking my face with both hands, searching for a kiss, reclined on the desk, she opened her legs, in that language without sounds, saying come on, don't delay any longer, she pulled me towards her, with one hand adjusting the cock at the entrance, putting her hands on my waist and bringing me closer to her, feeling like I was penetrating that moist and tight pussy, feeling her contained moan, feeling like I was entering her, feeling like the professor was letting herself be possessed, feeling, pumping deep, making my cock run the entire length from the tip to feel like there's nothing left to put inside, feeling that sound when it hits my frenzied pounding on her plump thighs, feeling like my cock is beating in her interior, feeling like she's pushing her way open, twisting me to suck those enormous tits dementedly, guilty of all this madness, leaving them red from the pressure of my mouth, marked by my two-day beard, looking at my veinous, hard cock entering that pussy, all wet and open, feeling like I'm holding her waist with force with both hands. In those rolls of fat, instinctively open my legs a little, come out to the tip and go back in deeply, feel that shivering, feel the chill, emit that special moan and empty myself inside her, feel her sensed kiss and collapse, she kisses me, caresses me, let my throbbing cock stay quiet, she hugs me tightly, the math teacher, doesn't let me go.
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