Tentacle

As I lay my head on the pillow, Ochaco should have trouble sleeping, with a heavy and dirty conscience due to bad thoughts. How can you be so filthy? Don't you blush sealing your lips with this boy and imagining you could be his father? Don't you regret getting close with the most perverted intentions possible? Maybe, but honestly, no one could condemn her.

I like her tattoos. Uraraka praises them, her eyes tracing the colored design on her strong arm. The older one smiles, closing the book in hand. He relaxes his posture on the library sofa, opening his legs and tilting his head to one side while taking off his glasses. The longer strands of hair fall over his eyes, molding his face into an even more attractive one, and Ochaco, leaning against the frame of the comfortable door, could swear that was one of her most sensual moments. One of many, of course. Shota Aizawa was tempting.

No matter how much the young brown-haired girl says she's going to stop thinking about him, desiring him, she never fulfills those promises, just because she's too captivated by the revitalizing and seductive aura of the man. At first, he was only her teacher. Her heart beat faster every time the clock hands approached class time. For one who didn't care about dressing up to go to university, she started choosing her clothes carefully. She'd lose hours in front of the mirror to look beautiful on campus, entering the decrepit building and being rewarded with that illuminated smile. She wasn't a big fan of Latin literature, but she made sure to buy the book he recommended in the second week. She read it, re-read it, researched. Now, Virgil was her favorite book, she could quote all his work without any problem. And the more she let herself be carried away by the enchantment of the pelinegro, the more she lost herself in desire, in temptation, Do you like him? He repeats. What's your favorite? She tilts her head towards one side of the door, suddenly retracted. The rose. _And why? _I like roses. And... you look good. He smiles softly with the response. Aizawa was temptingly tall, his fine face had well-defined, mature, and sexy features. His long hair reached to the shoulder; his coarse, velvety voice characteristics that, once together, were the perfect set to get the chestnut out of the orbit. She dreamed in class, fantasizing with her large hands smoothing her skin, caressing her delicate curves while, his broad pectoral pressed her against... anything he might want. She was aware that the man was stronger, a thousand times stronger, not only physically but also intellectually, but the fact never scared her at all. And every time she heard him recite those verses.... Never imagined what literature could be interesting in this way, that it would excite her while listening to the original language of the works declaimed in that rough and masculine voice. However, the most valid part to mention about all this fascination was that, from a few weeks ago, it had become mutual. However, there was something more that his words could never vocalize.And do you know what I like about you? The young woman's heart accelerates when she hears him pronounce it in a tone so captivating. She barely manages to murmur an hun?, containing her enthusiasm. Well, there are many things... He continues, accompanied by an easy smile.

But if I had to say the most recurring one, I would say... The dark eyes scan the female body freely. From the face to the bare feet on the wooden floor, she was able to feel the weight of that hypnotic gaze. Not in judgment, obviously, but in earnest, with a thrilling air of greed, especially during the long pause he made at the height of her exposed thighs due to the babydoll.

I like the fact that you always wear something short every time you come to sleep here. Shota says. With that sudden focus on his pajamas, she finds herself more timid. Her legs contract, sliding continuously inside her thighs, in a dance that only contributes to evidence of timidity.

You look so beautiful dressed like this. Darling... I want to say, you're already beautiful.

The compliment makes her bite the tip of her index finger, shrinking away. My son was lucky to know you. He's intelligent, educated... Ah yes, my son. Shota is older, has an impeccable professional career with national and international successes on his curriculum and, therefore, seemed unattainable, outside miserable possibility. So much that Uraraka had to resort to a vulgar strategy. The only child of Aizawa, the fruit of also unique and deceased marriage, was totally the opposite of the father, at least in personality, as the appearance showed evident kinship.

Hitoshi has a bohemian fame, irresponsible on campus, but he's a passionate and easy-to-manipulate fool. And he's very pliable, succumbing quickly to his charms. He made her think she was the predator, taking advantage of another naive novice when, in reality, it is completely him who is being used by her. Ochaco It was intelligent not to create ties or expectations, but it turned out that his objective was another. Only enjoy the advantages; of being next to a student with relevant academic contacts, passing nights in the mansion in an exquisite neighborhood, stumbling through the corridors, without pretensions, with Mr. Aizawa during the late hours. Temptation. This is how he characterizes the desire that circulates between the two; perhaps mutual, because, see well, there's nothing without pretensions in those encounters, as much from his side as from the older one. I feel a little envious of him for that. For being with you.

Shota reveals, sighing. He is my son, but I have to admit that sometimes I wonder where I went wrong... laughed surprisingly well-humored, despite the implication that the words promote. It's not fair that a young guy like him can be with a good girl like you. It's unfair that he can stroll around with you here inside the house, kiss you,.... touch you.

The final speech provokes a whirlpool in the girl's stomach, anxious, introverted and hot at the same time. She doesn't agree? Hun? Ochaco presses her lips between her fingers, hesitant for a second. Her voice fails, but sounds audible as she whispers: I also envy him sometimes. Do you really?

The greatest incentive. Why... would you like to be in his place, dear? Here it is. That was the 'something more that his words could never vocalize'. She has a little shame recognizing that with herself. On repeated occasions, observing the relationship between father and son, she would get sick with envy. It wasn't cruel the way Shota always_ sought out Hitoshi after classes, receiving him with an embrace, even though the younger one grumbled like an embarrassed teenager.It wasn't equally painful to know that Lord Aizawa, even years after the divorce, was present in the life of his son, dedicating himself to helping him and finding a place for him in this world. Yes, she had envy of all that love and attention, the chestnut-haired one lived with her grandparents in another city from a young age to study and work, so being with her parents was extremely scarce. _I don't know how to explain, I just... I wish it were me. She says, in a sweet tone. The dark-haired one smiled, leaving the book on the round table closest to the armchair. _Come here, darling. Sit on my lap. He called out, patting her thighs. Her short steps crossed the library, leading her to the oldest one, as requested. Timidly, she adjusts herself over his firm thighs, sitting sideways and allowing one of his masculine hands to wrap around her waist. Shota kisses her shoulder, affectionate. It's all right. He calms her down with a soft voice. It's normal to feel this way, okay? I know he only wants a little love, and I..._He takes the side of her face, making her look directly at his eyes, with dilated pupils. I can give you that. Ochaco leans towards him, resting her body against his pectoral; her head touches his alien shoulder, resting. Her stretched legs over his, curled, with her feet touching the sofa's upholstery and her hands intertwined in front of her body. _Can you?_she murmured. _Of course I can._The man guarantees. _I've felt alone for a long time too, I also need love... Can you help me with that, won't you? _Yes. _That's good to hear, little one. His fingers trace the exposed ankle of the girl, in a chilling touch, which she accompanies with her eyes. When the touch slides from her knee to her thigh, Uraraka bites her lip, nervous, feeling her stomach turn again. The walking on his warm skin reaches the hem of her camisole, not limiting itself to the limits of the fabric, putting his hand under and following slowly along the Intimacy, however, he hesitates in the instant when his intimate piece is absent. A nasal laugh echoes from the pelvis. _He's not wearing anything underneath... he emphasizes loudly. That makes things easier, don't you know? It's easier to put my fingers in here..._ The cold hand contact with the effervescent interior catches her off guard. _Hhmm~... she lets out a brittle, whiny sound. And while she wants to retreat more into that man's lap, Shota longs to face the intimacy of the young woman, rolling up his shirt until his waist and trying to open her legs, since her abundant moisture attracts him. No, open your legs for me. Let me see you._ he asks, as he himself separates them. The weight of the masculine gaze in the region intimidates her, but it also excites her in the same way. Aizawa delights in the excess lubricity, the small, very moist area that the sticky trail sparkles near the entrance, staining the inner part of his thighs, possibly due to the moment when she rubbed one leg against the other. _Very wet... he whispered, salivating. The exasperated index finger circles the gap, not taking long to slide in and go all the way to the maximum that the vaginal interior allows. And tight. Uraraka moans softly, raising her eyebrows._ Ah, how I wanted to put my fingers in you... he comments, ecstatic. The middle finger rubs against the entrance, ready to invade it too._ Now, one more. To make it more savory. He inserts slowly, until the end. That... It goes in and out, caressing the interior, careful. The young woman's grunts, along with her tender grimaces and panting breathing, amazed the man. He alternates his focus between the movement he performs in the vagina and her face, her amiable expression drawing her features all the time.In an instant, Ochaco becomes agitated on her lap, wrapping her arms tightly around the black-haired man's neck as she squeezes him, pulsating intensely. _Tense too much, my little one._ He stands out._Needs to relax, it will be better if she is relaxed. She wriggles about, without a comfortable position to enjoy the caress she receives. But it wasn't hard to understand why there was no peace. The man's cock marks under his pajama pants, torturing her, consuming all the sanity that remained in her, perhaps. It's bothering you, isn't it?_It was possible to notice vanity in your words and smile. You drive me crazy in such a..._swallow saliva, biting her lip while burying her nose in his neck, inhaling deeply the perfume there._... malditely tempting. Very delicious. Perhaps he didn't even know what words to use to describe the constant struggle she had with herself until that early morning, when she decided to throw everything up and take a bolder step in that mutual connection. He withdraws his fingers, licking them obscenely, enjoying her honey, her flavor._I can't think of anything but getting you really deep inside you._ His rough voice makes her skin prickle._I've been thinking about it for a long time. Since you were my diligent student. And only got worse when she became the slut of my son..._he smiled presumptuously._Because that's what you are to him, don't you know? A slut. But we both know you're not that. You're a good girl, aren't you? Dedicated, intelligent... Always gives me so much pleasure to see you every week in the classroom, the way your eyes sparkle during readings. Neither do I care about the moments when she travels, looking at me, probably fantasizing about that head as it should be the sensation of having my cock buried deep in her pussy..._He doesn't censor dirty words. Not content with my son, never was or... never wanted to. N-no, he... Uraraka tries to explain, gesticulating negatively with his head. He never... I never let him touch me like that. Shota raises his eyebrows, surprised. Never? _Never._reaffirms._In truth, no one. Ah, darling... the black-haired man smiled maliciously, perversely, delighting in the novelty. The opportunity to fulfill his dirty desire to possess her was sounding like a gift, however... That fact ignites a flame previously unknown to him. He didn't imagine he would become crazy to deflower her, be the first to touch every part of that beautiful body. His muscles palpitate, the fabric of his underwear becomes increasingly tight, suffocating the excitement that drips from the intimate piece. Without much delicacy, he gets up and puts her on the couch, laying her down with her legs bent. Aizawa supports one of his knees between the free space between her legs, leaning over the small body. In the dark eyes, there is an intense flame, a fierce hunger contemplating her inner folds sparkling with moisture. Never was she desired so greedily. Here, she can differentiate the gazes she has received; much more effort. _Are you going to let me do that?_ The grave tone in his voice was like music to her ears. It's for that reason you came after me, right? She nods with her head. Yes... the sweetness in his voice was also pleasant to the man's ears. I was waiting for you. Damn it, why did you have to say such a thing? His platonic words, sounding so adorable, were able to annihilate the remnants of common sense that still remained in Aizawa. He is completely and deeply entangled in her orbit. Ochaco has everything he desires. It was great, passionate, and all that angelic aura that seems to envelop her at that moment, was a barbarous trigger.Shota wants to deflower, devour part by part to then rebuild and repeat everything anew if allowed; adjust her between his arms because she was stronger, more alive, and she needs protection, guidance, appreciation. Nothing matters more than keeping her close. Dangerously close. _I'll do it for you._ guided the fingers to the bar of his regatta, removing it. Then he secured the belt of his pants and lowered them along with the underwear. I will be delicate, as you deserve, my beautiful one. Ochaco's little eyes shine at male nudity. She can't divert her gaze from the focus on the erection, the yellowish and swollen glans was tempting. She salivates like a pervert. She condemns herself for facing him in such a monstrous way, but relaxes, as her reaction only contributes to increasing foreign libido. He opens the desk drawer, taking out a box of condoms from inside it. After dressing the condom quickly, he returns to the girl, holding her lower back with his large hand, serving as support to bring her closer, preventing her from retreating, while the other wraps around his own cock guiding it towards the intimate cleft. The friction between their folds becomes more pleasant once the clitoral region has been massaged. Shota knew where to invest, how to stimulate, look, what to say. And the most astonishing thing was that he didn't need to be instructed. Therefore, he doesn't choke with fear at feeling the entrance being tickled by the tip of the penis. The adjustment was quick, but the insertion slow. Ochaco holds her breath, squeezing her arms between her palms. Her eyes close in the midst of the arduous sensation, however, upon hearing the velvety voice asking: no, look at me. I want you to look at me now. She obeys, letting herself be intoxicated by her beauty, in the burning gaze that faces her. The chest contracts, obviously tense. Although she distrusts, she doesn't regret it, still experiencing something for the first time, and first times are always treacherous in this way. _Almost There. Only a little more._he teases, pushing the last centimeters inside. Ready, he says with a relieving smile. Everything about my girl... My good girl... The fine lips approach hers, their noses slide before their mouths touch, a timid touch, testing texture and taste with slow caresses. Excitement quickly takes hold of their bodies, causing Shota to devour the young woman's plump lips, inserting his tongue into her foreign cavity and exploring the sensitive contact between small muscles. The kiss was exactly as Uraraka had imagined; hot, making him lose his breath in a few seconds, deep. And the connection only doesn't prolong itself due to the moan suffered that echoes from his throat upon experiencing the first thrust, which cuts and burns his interior. Aizawa holds her chin, raising his gaze again. Shh, quiet, everything is fine._he brushed the tip of his nose against her cheek when he heard her whimpering softly. I'll take it slow... Very tasty so you can enjoy it. He continues at the referred pace, entering and exiting with patience, gradually increasing it. The member practically leaves almost all to the girl, then returns, penetrating every centimeter. Her mouth returns to his, moving in a sensual and somewhat clumsy dance, as their body movement increases with each thrust she receives. Shota smiles between kisses, biting his lower lip.It's good, right? The question echoes in a whisper, and she responds with a confirming sound. It's very good to have cock in the pussy, especially when you wanted it so much... And I also desired it for a while._it highlights, growling as he executes a more brutal thrust, barely leaving his interior and then being inside again. I desired it so much that I thought I would go crazy... And now you're leaving me to be the first._her hand flattens one side of her face, focusing their gazes. It was such a seductive moment that Ochaco gives up on throwing her head back when she lets out another adorable whimper._You have no idea how much it moves me._the touch descends down her neck, just like her dark eyes. She admires him, feeling her warm skin prickle. Tracing the path to the clavicle, where it slips towards the camisole's neckline and tightens firmly between his fingers. There is so much I want to do with you, with this wonderful body... The old man venerates her with words, gazes, perfect in everything for him. The kisses are distributed slowly across the region of her neck, descending slowly towards the beginning of her breasts, making her enter a kind of trance. There are many stimuli; the deep voice, the delicious movement inside her, the affection, the breath... Her ears buzz, not correctly capturing the wet slaps of that carnal act or the muffled words by the kisses of the older man against her skin. So precious. My precious girl..._the praises echo in the library, wander through her mind. Only that attractive praise was able to hypnotize her. I love you for me. All for me... Do you want to be mine, princess? He kisses her chin._I can take care of you._Yes. I want it a lot._her voice reverberates fragile and broken._Ah Shota..._the whimper comes out higher as he has his core hit with force. He smiles. His name cited in that tone of voice warms him gradually, very sweet and exciting for his hearing. Your girl was marvelously addictive, incredible, like a temptation Forbidden. _What good, my beautiful._ Both hands encircle her waist, pressing strongly to support the most precise and accelerated thrusts. Mr. Aizawa will take care of you, okay? Shota carefully lies down on the young woman, lifting her legs and entering deeply through the intimate channel. Her hip intensifies the movements, a constant oscillation that crashes her pelvis against foreign intimacy, creating even more obscene and erotic sounds. Ochaco arches her back, embracing the masculine shoulders tightly as she lets herself be used by the man. That was incredible, the damn thing she had been desiring for months finally arrived and was loving every aggressive thrust she received. All her effort and waiting had been worth it. _And-I want another position..._ she asks, whispering provocatively in his ear. The man looks up at her rosy face, gazing at her half-closed eyes. Can you stay on top of me? Can you ride my cock well? He questions with a bit of playfulness, and she promptly assents. Great, I want to see your body better. The man takes her in his lap, taking his place again on the couch and placing her seated on his hips, without leaving her interior. He finishes rolling up the camisole until it comes out through the young woman's head, exposing her totally beautiful body, allowing her nudity to harden him even more. Ochaco was perfect in every way, she knew that, from the first moment she had more contact with her, but having her there, exhibiting her beauty, only confirmed the Goddess she was. The shadows made by the low lighting of the lamps, reflected on the white skin of the girl, gave a contrast to her curves, those curves that were full and plump, which only increased the man's excitement. His hands did not hesitate to touch her, the long fingers sliding through her smooth skin from the wide hips to the large breasts, outlining her features with extreme care. Devotion.The girl gasped when her breasts were squeezed, feeling the alien hands sinking into the sponge-like flesh and then softly pinching her sensitive nipples. _Argh, damn... she moans extasiated with new sensations while supporting her hands on his. Encouraging him to massage her breasts and starting to sway over the erection. Aizawa growls, adoring in observing her so luxurious and devoted to him, offering herself completely to the pleasures he is offering. And, determined to satisfy her, the man hugs her around the waist, joining their bodies for him to take one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking it with will. Uraraka throws her head back, opening her mouth in a long moan, grabbing the major's nape and pressing him against her skin. The agile tongue rubs around her halo, focusing on the nipple for a few seconds before swallowing again around it. While her free hand took care of the other breast, massaging and squeezing it, then sucking it too, the pelvic movements returned to their previous rhythm. He lies down in the armchair, letting the young woman ride him however she wants, holding her hips to help her with the precise sits. In that position, Uraraka felt more precisely the member touching her interior, hitting directly and pleasingly in her G-spot. Each thrust made her body tremble, the intimate pulsing and gripping it with ambition, forcing her to speed up. _Oh, squeeze hard, damn..._ Shota growls, massaging the thighs and the smaller one. Keep going... I'm almost there, girl. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer like this; everything was too stimulating - the movements, the moans, the way she bit her lips so sexy that it was enough to make him come. And that's exactly what he would do. Hugging the small body, he threw her over him, holding and lifting the girl's ass in the air to take control of the movements. the chin resting on his shoulder, Aizawa had a privileged view of the large and round buttocks oscillating agitatedly with each violent thrust he gave. It was a blessed scene by the gods. The curve of the feminine column so perfectly drawn in the inclination that it made him want to bite it, standing out in the light due to the humidity caused by his sweat. _Shota, I'm going to finish._ Ochaco murmured, gasping, so weak in the arms of the older man that she was barely being held up by himself. Together, princess. Together. She clings to the man, letting him guide the act. The large hands tracing her curves with curiosity and wet kisses spreading across her neck until reaching her cheek. Although the pelvis movements were brusque and fast, he cradled her with care, affectionate in the sweet words whispered in her ear. With her eyes closed and a state of somnolence, Ochaco barely felt her head, resting on the masculine shoulder, being pulled back by the hair and then feeling her lips trapped by him. The chestnut immediately accompanied the rhythm of the kiss, enveloping their tongues fervently again while she felt her core contract and relax with the explosion of the delicious orgasm. Her first peak caused by a true climax, not just any climax. Experiencing a foreign penis hardening inside her pussy and then feeling the cold liquid, trapped by the condom, was unique, a perfect sensation, with the perfect person! So many months in search of possessing that man who, until then, seemed untouchable, finally it was granted. Her temptation was satisfied. And now, Ochaco Uraraka, belonged totally to Shota Aizawa.