Continuation of the story Pato and the boys from the kiosk part 3, what happened and passed with the professor of padel.
After that night at the kiosk, Pato returned to her paddle classes with a renewed and provocative attitude. There was an air of confidence in her after what had happened that night at the kiosk, and she noticed it was her teacher who had arrived at the kiosk, all this did not go unnoticed for her professor, a man in his 60s, with a presence that combined authority and mature charm. Every time he entered the court, Pato knew his gaze would fall on her, and she enjoyed the power that gave her.During classes, Pato chose clothes that would reveal even massive breasts: a low-cut shirt or a tight one and he always wore pants that marked well the thong leaving little to the imagination.I couldn't find Padel gifs jajaja, anyway it's impossible to upload gifs to posts on porniga. Her way of moving was deliberately sensual; every shot at the ball was accompanied by a hip swivel or a playful smile. The professor, although trying to maintain his professionalism, couldn't help but be drawn in by the attraction. He knew Pato had been causing trouble with the boys from the kiosk; he'd seen her enter with a suspicious attitude, especially since her husband was waiting outside, impatient and nervous. That image intrigued him even more. He wondered if they were swingers or if there was some deeper game between them. The idea excited him. In one of those breaks, he approached with an air of casualness: —I saw you the other day near the kiosk... everything okay?That question made the water I was taking spill over, I didn't expect it. Pato smiled with slyness, revealing more than he said. His response was a simple 'Yes, everything perfect', but his tone in his voice was loaded with innuendos. That mysterious smile disconcerted him and made him look at her with more curiosity and morbidness.
With each class, the tension between them intensified. Pato enjoyed the game; every time their hands brushed briefly or when he leaned forward to correct her posture, she would take advantage of it by getting a little closer, letting her ass rub against him or trying to get his attention by showing off her tits. Even once she was without a bra and a red shirt that accentuated her nipples.That day, after a particularly intense session, the professor asked him to stay for a few more minutes to adjust his technique. Both knew that this proposal went beyond tennis. Pato accepted without hesitation, looking at him with an expression that left no doubt he enjoyed this game.
As they were approaching the exit, the professor paused and looked at Pato with an expression that mixed curiosity and desire.
Would you like to see the club's office? There are some interesting things I'd like to show you... he said, hinting that his interest went beyond tennis.
Pato felt a shiver run down his spine; he knew this invitation was more than just a simple visit. With a mischievous smile, he nodded and followed him.
Once inside the club's office, the atmosphere became intimate. The walls were adorned with photos of past tournaments and shining trophies, but what really captured Pato's attention was the professor's closeness. He closed the door behind them, creating an electric atmosphere.
Here we can talk without distractions, he said, moving a little closer while looking at him with more experienced eyes.
Pato smiled as he looked around, but knew his attention was completely focused on him. The professor moved towards him, maintaining a casual air but with palpable intensity in his gaze.
As they talked about the club's achievements and upcoming competitions and other nonsense the guy said to find the right moment, he began to move closer.
I've always thought you have great potential... he started to say, not stopping looking at Pato's lips. And yes, the guy is older and a gentleman. Although more than once his gaze fixed on the marked nipples on my wife's shirt.
She felt her pussy starting to moisten and the heat increasing; she knew the moment was near. With a subtle gesture, Pato leaned towards him, leaving their bodies to get even closer. —Maybe we could explore that potential...—she suggested with a seductive tone. The professor swallowed; that hint was all he needed to take the next step. He got a little closer, his face just 10 cm from hers as he said: —I'd love to know that side of you. Unable to resist the heat any longer, Pato took the initiative and kissed him softly. It started out slow at first, then devolved into a hot and passionate kiss.The professor responded with fervor; his hands found her belt as he pulled her towards him and started to grope her ass over the leggings.The kiss intensified rapidly; tongues found each other inside Pat's mouth, very wet and moist kiss. Pat could feel the heat growing stronger every moment. The guy took advantage and put his hands inside that tight leggings and grabbed his ass without pause.The duck decided to take things further. She stopped slightly to look him in the eye and smiled with complicity.
—Do you know? I love playing... —she said while starting to rub her breasts and those nipples that protruded from the athletic shirt.
The professor couldn't tear his gaze away; every movement of the duck was hypnotic. She knew exactly how to warm up this old man. With a seductive gesture, she approached him again, letting her hands rest on his erect and hard cock.In that instant loaded with desire and provocation, Pato decided to take an audacious step forward. With a gentle push, he left him seated on the desk chair, opened his legs to the professor while he looked incredulous but full of desire to feel those lips on his cock.
—Ready to explore this side of mine? —asked Pato as she positioned herself in front of him.
The professor couldn't resist; he nodded slowly as she began to pull out his cock and give him a masturbation.The cock was venous and yawny, so headstrong that it gave more desire to sit on top than to screw her. Both knew they were at a point of no return that would change those 'padel classes' forever. He sucked the cock as if there weren't going to be a tomorrow, the guy didn't give any more heat.
That night, when Pato returned home after that encounter with her professor, she knew she had a lot to tell me. She sat down next to me on the sofa, feeling how the heat still ran through her veins.
—Do you know? I think I had a very interesting day —said Pato with a mischievous smile while caressing her arm softly.
I looked at her curiously; I knew something special had happened. “What happened?” I asked eagerly to hear every detail.
Pato took a breath and began to tell me everything that had happened: from the loaded glances of desire until the climactic moment where both of us had crossed that forbidden line in the office of the club.
But I clarify, she only sucks his cock, he only sucks it and touches her tits, and well...I also practically undressed her and fondled her entirely.
But they didn't catch on, because I hadn't told them that he was going to do it.
It sounds weird, just the two of us, knowing how he gets when he's hot, but well, I choose to believe.
Each word was like a spark ignited inside his husband; he could feel the excitement growing between them as they listened about the shared mischiefs with the professor.
The only thing I'm going to ask is that you kiss me he said, and ate my mouth, it had a bitter taste. Then he told me that the prof was satisfied with his little mouth.While talking about each intimate and provocative detail, both knew that this story was only just beginning to unfold. The idea of being a conscious cuck only increased their desire; every step Pato took towards seduction was like an invitation to explore new horizons together.
In the next installment, I'll tell you what happened on Friday night, when everything went to cock and Pato felt that great excitement again each time he screws me without consulting me first.
For those who ask, I'm sending a couple of photos of Pato. Please, if you want me to continue and upload more photos, comment below, it really warms us up to read your comments.
Best friends
After that night at the kiosk, Pato returned to her paddle classes with a renewed and provocative attitude. There was an air of confidence in her after what had happened that night at the kiosk, and she noticed it was her teacher who had arrived at the kiosk, all this did not go unnoticed for her professor, a man in his 60s, with a presence that combined authority and mature charm. Every time he entered the court, Pato knew his gaze would fall on her, and she enjoyed the power that gave her.During classes, Pato chose clothes that would reveal even massive breasts: a low-cut shirt or a tight one and he always wore pants that marked well the thong leaving little to the imagination.I couldn't find Padel gifs jajaja, anyway it's impossible to upload gifs to posts on porniga. Her way of moving was deliberately sensual; every shot at the ball was accompanied by a hip swivel or a playful smile. The professor, although trying to maintain his professionalism, couldn't help but be drawn in by the attraction. He knew Pato had been causing trouble with the boys from the kiosk; he'd seen her enter with a suspicious attitude, especially since her husband was waiting outside, impatient and nervous. That image intrigued him even more. He wondered if they were swingers or if there was some deeper game between them. The idea excited him. In one of those breaks, he approached with an air of casualness: —I saw you the other day near the kiosk... everything okay?That question made the water I was taking spill over, I didn't expect it. Pato smiled with slyness, revealing more than he said. His response was a simple 'Yes, everything perfect', but his tone in his voice was loaded with innuendos. That mysterious smile disconcerted him and made him look at her with more curiosity and morbidness.
With each class, the tension between them intensified. Pato enjoyed the game; every time their hands brushed briefly or when he leaned forward to correct her posture, she would take advantage of it by getting a little closer, letting her ass rub against him or trying to get his attention by showing off her tits. Even once she was without a bra and a red shirt that accentuated her nipples.That day, after a particularly intense session, the professor asked him to stay for a few more minutes to adjust his technique. Both knew that this proposal went beyond tennis. Pato accepted without hesitation, looking at him with an expression that left no doubt he enjoyed this game.
As they were approaching the exit, the professor paused and looked at Pato with an expression that mixed curiosity and desire.
Would you like to see the club's office? There are some interesting things I'd like to show you... he said, hinting that his interest went beyond tennis.
Pato felt a shiver run down his spine; he knew this invitation was more than just a simple visit. With a mischievous smile, he nodded and followed him.
Once inside the club's office, the atmosphere became intimate. The walls were adorned with photos of past tournaments and shining trophies, but what really captured Pato's attention was the professor's closeness. He closed the door behind them, creating an electric atmosphere.
Here we can talk without distractions, he said, moving a little closer while looking at him with more experienced eyes.
Pato smiled as he looked around, but knew his attention was completely focused on him. The professor moved towards him, maintaining a casual air but with palpable intensity in his gaze.
As they talked about the club's achievements and upcoming competitions and other nonsense the guy said to find the right moment, he began to move closer.
I've always thought you have great potential... he started to say, not stopping looking at Pato's lips. And yes, the guy is older and a gentleman. Although more than once his gaze fixed on the marked nipples on my wife's shirt.
She felt her pussy starting to moisten and the heat increasing; she knew the moment was near. With a subtle gesture, Pato leaned towards him, leaving their bodies to get even closer. —Maybe we could explore that potential...—she suggested with a seductive tone. The professor swallowed; that hint was all he needed to take the next step. He got a little closer, his face just 10 cm from hers as he said: —I'd love to know that side of you. Unable to resist the heat any longer, Pato took the initiative and kissed him softly. It started out slow at first, then devolved into a hot and passionate kiss.The professor responded with fervor; his hands found her belt as he pulled her towards him and started to grope her ass over the leggings.The kiss intensified rapidly; tongues found each other inside Pat's mouth, very wet and moist kiss. Pat could feel the heat growing stronger every moment. The guy took advantage and put his hands inside that tight leggings and grabbed his ass without pause.The duck decided to take things further. She stopped slightly to look him in the eye and smiled with complicity.
—Do you know? I love playing... —she said while starting to rub her breasts and those nipples that protruded from the athletic shirt.
The professor couldn't tear his gaze away; every movement of the duck was hypnotic. She knew exactly how to warm up this old man. With a seductive gesture, she approached him again, letting her hands rest on his erect and hard cock.In that instant loaded with desire and provocation, Pato decided to take an audacious step forward. With a gentle push, he left him seated on the desk chair, opened his legs to the professor while he looked incredulous but full of desire to feel those lips on his cock.
—Ready to explore this side of mine? —asked Pato as she positioned herself in front of him.
The professor couldn't resist; he nodded slowly as she began to pull out his cock and give him a masturbation.The cock was venous and yawny, so headstrong that it gave more desire to sit on top than to screw her. Both knew they were at a point of no return that would change those 'padel classes' forever. He sucked the cock as if there weren't going to be a tomorrow, the guy didn't give any more heat.
That night, when Pato returned home after that encounter with her professor, she knew she had a lot to tell me. She sat down next to me on the sofa, feeling how the heat still ran through her veins.
—Do you know? I think I had a very interesting day —said Pato with a mischievous smile while caressing her arm softly.
I looked at her curiously; I knew something special had happened. “What happened?” I asked eagerly to hear every detail.
Pato took a breath and began to tell me everything that had happened: from the loaded glances of desire until the climactic moment where both of us had crossed that forbidden line in the office of the club.
But I clarify, she only sucks his cock, he only sucks it and touches her tits, and well...I also practically undressed her and fondled her entirely.
But they didn't catch on, because I hadn't told them that he was going to do it.
It sounds weird, just the two of us, knowing how he gets when he's hot, but well, I choose to believe.
Each word was like a spark ignited inside his husband; he could feel the excitement growing between them as they listened about the shared mischiefs with the professor.
The only thing I'm going to ask is that you kiss me he said, and ate my mouth, it had a bitter taste. Then he told me that the prof was satisfied with his little mouth.While talking about each intimate and provocative detail, both knew that this story was only just beginning to unfold. The idea of being a conscious cuck only increased their desire; every step Pato took towards seduction was like an invitation to explore new horizons together.
In the next installment, I'll tell you what happened on Friday night, when everything went to cock and Pato felt that great excitement again each time he screws me without consulting me first.
For those who ask, I'm sending a couple of photos of Pato. Please, if you want me to continue and upload more photos, comment below, it really warms us up to read your comments.
Best friends
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