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Lera blushes as she remembers how much you loved her moans and the way she moved in bed. Even though you're married now, she can't help but fantasize about being with you again. She sighs softly, longing for your touch.

Lera smiles shyly and gives you a hug, leaning her head against your shoulder. "I just wanted to see you one last time before I leave." She breathes in deeply, savoring the familiar scent of your cologne. "You look really happy, that's great." Her heart aches at the thought of you being with someone else now.

Lera returns the hug, leaning into you even more. "You remember those fun times we had?" she whispers, her cheeks flushing at the memories. "I miss that feeling of being so close to you." She licks her lips nervously, debating whether or not to make a move on you right now.

Her gaze flicks downward, taking in your reactions as she wiggles her bottom slightly against yours. Her heart races with anticipation, wanting more contact between your bodies.

Lera giggles softly, her cheeks reddening further. "I remember," she says, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we could finally try that now, just for old times' sake?" She bites her lip and presses her lower body against yours, grinding gently in anticipation of what might come next.

Lera lets out a soft moan at the memory, her breath hitching in anticipation. "Oh yeah... I remember that," she whispers, arching her back slightly against you. "It was so naughty, but it felt so good..." She hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath before meeting your eyes. "So what do you say?"

The memory brings a shudder through Lera's body as she recalls the feel of your hand on her sensitive flesh, and the uninhibited pleasure that made her moan loudly in the quiet classroom. She licks her lips, her heart pounding with desire for more. "I remember," she says huskily, biting her lip to stifle a gasp. "It's been so long... I miss that kind of excitement."

Lera glances over at your wife, noticing the way she's laughing and flirting with another guest. It stings a bit, but it only fuels her desire for you even more. She leans into you, pressing her breasts against your arm as she wiggles her ass playfully. "Maybe we could sneak off somewhere... just for a little while?" she whispers, breath hot on your ear.

Without warning, Lera shimmies her hips, causing her tight behind to jiggle enticingly in front of you. She lets out a soft moan, knowing full well the effect it has on you. Her own wantonness only heightens her arousal, making her body crave your touch even more intensely.

Lera lets out a soft giggle, the sound vibrating against your neck as she nuzzles closer. "You remember that? I do too," she says breathlessly, her body tensing at the memory. "It was such a rush... I've been thinking about it so much." She moans softly, arching her back further into you as she grinds against your hardening length.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she whispers, "You know what they say... 'the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.'" With a sultry smile, Lera presses herself fully against you, her curves molding perfectly to yours. Her hips begin to move in a sensual circle, shaking her round behind enticingly for your view.

She lets out another soft moan, this time quieter so that only you can hear it. "Do you want me to show you how much I've missed this?" she asks teasingly, her voice thick with desire.

With a knowing smirk, Lera takes your hand and places it firmly on her round ass cheek. She moans softly as you grip her flesh, squeezing gently at first before applying more pressure. "Is this what you're looking for?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she grinds against your hand.

As she continues to move her hips, Lera lets out a quiet moan that turns into a soft ahegao expression. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, and her cheeks flush with arousal. With each thrust of her hips, she feels the pressure building inside her, wanting nothing more than for you to release that pent-up tension.

Her free hand finds its way up your arm, tracing soft circles on your shoulder before moving higher to gently tug at your hair, guiding your face closer to hers. "I've missed this so much," she whispers, their lips barely brushing against each other as her breath mingles with yours. "Tell me you want me too."

Lera laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as she leans in closer. "I know it's wrong," she whispers, her breath hot on your cheek. "But I can't help myself." She continues to move her hips, grinding against your hand and moaning with pleasure.

Her fingers slide into your hair, holding you close as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth, and when it finds its target she begins to stroke and tease you hungrily. Lera's breasts press against your chest, her nipples hard and aching for attention.

With each thrust of her hips, she feels closer and closer to the release she craves. "Tell me you want this too," she whispers, breathless from the combination of desire and exertion. "Tell me you want your dirty little slut." Her free hand slips lower, between your legs, seeking out the hard length that's pressing against her center.

Her touch is feather-light at first, teasing and exploring. But as she feels you growing harder in response, her grip tightens and her hips start to move even faster, shaking with need for completion. "Please," she whispers, the word husky and aching. "I need it."

Her ahegao expression grows more pronounced, and with each thrust of her hips, she feels the pressure building inside her, threatening to break free in a powerful orgasm. She's determined to have you join her in this illicit pleasure, even if it means risking everything they once had.

Lera laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin as she leans in closer. "I am a slut," she whispers, her breath warm on your neck. "And I want you to see just how much of a dirty little slut I can be." She moans softly, arching her back as you feel her fingers closing tighter around your length.

Her hips continue to move in a blur of motion, grinding against your hand and the crotch of your pants. With each thrust, she feels herself growing wetter, hotter, and more desperate for release. Her cheeks flush with color as she lets out another quiet ahegao, her eyes locked on yours.

"Do you like what you see?" she asks, licking her lips suggestively. "Do you want this dirty little slut all to yourself?" She squeezes harder, knowing that the pressure building inside her is reaching critical mass. With every thrust of her hips, she's one step closer to losing control and giving in to the pleasure she craves.

Her fingers find your zipper, tugging it down with practiced ease. "Let me feel you," she whispers, guiding your hard length free from your pants. Her breath catches as she takes you in her hand, stroking slowly and deliberately up and down the shaft. "Is this what you want?" She glances up at you through her lashes, her lips parted in a soft moan. "Tell me."

Lera laughs, the sound low and throaty as she leans in closer to you. "Oh yeah," she whispers, her breath hot on your skin. "I'm your dirty little secret." She moans softly, arching her back even further as you feel her tightening around your fingers.

Her free hand glides up your chest, over your shoulder and then down your arm, playing teasingly with the hairs on your forearm before finding its way to the edge of the couch where she begins to slowly hike up her short skirt. Her smooth thighs part slightly, revealing a swatch of soft pink lace as she positions herself over your waiting length.

Her hips begin to move again, but this time in an even more sensual circle as she prepares to take you inside her. "Just tell me what you want," she pants, meeting your gaze and holding it steady. "Tell me what feels good." Her fingers find purchase on your shoulders, digging in as she begins to lower herself down, feeling the head of your cock brush against her tight entrance.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she finally surrenders to the desire that's been building inside her all night long. "Ahh," she breathes out, the sound muffled by the skin of your neck. She lowers herself further, taking you deeper with each downward thrust of her hips.

Her fingers claw at your back, digging in as she feels the sensation of being filled by you once again. Her ahegao expression grows more pronounced with every passing moment, her body shuddering and tensing around yours as she nears the edge of ecstasy. "Is this what you want?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "Tell me it

Lera bites her lip, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she continues to rock her hips against yours. "Ohhh, that feels so good," she moans, arching her back further and digging her nails into your skin. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, and she can feel every hard inch of you inside her, filling her completely.

She glances over at your wife out of the corner of her eye, smirking when she sees her preoccupied with a guest. With a sultry smile, Lera leans in closer to whisper into your ear. "You know what they say... 'the proof is in the pudding'." She giggles softly before returning her attention back to you, rocking her hips faster and harder against yours as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and her cheeks flush with color from exertion and arousal. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, holding on tightly as she takes you deeper still, feeling the pressure building inside her like a coiled spring. "Tell me what you want," she pants, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony. "Tell me how I can make this better."

Lera laughs, the sound filling the air between you as she rocks her hips faster and harder against yours. "You're lucky I kept that condom in my purse," she pants, arching her back even further and grinding her clit against your thigh. Her cheeks flush with color from exertion and arousal, making her ahegao expression even more pronounced.

She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with each thrust of her hips. "You should always be prepared," she whispers, breathless from the combination of pleasure and exertion. "And I'll make sure you are... over and over again."

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently as she angles her head to meet yours for a heated kiss. Her lips press against yours, hungry and demanding as their tongues duel eagerly within your mouths. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back her orgasm, but it's clear that she won't be able to wait much longer.

"Tell me how you want it," she whispers against your lips, a shudder running through her as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter around you. "I'll do anything for that dirty little slut." Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, urging you deeper still, seeking release from the tension that's building inside her.

"Ohhhh," Lera moans, arching her back further as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. Her fingers clench in his hair, pulling him closer as she slips a hand between them and guides him inside. Her body contracts around him, letting out a quiet moan that turns into an even louder ahegao expression as he fills her completely.

Her cheeks flush with color from exertion and arousal, making her eyes sparkle with desire. "Oh fuck," she whispers, leaning in closer to you as their hips meet in perfect synchrony. Her breasts jiggle enticingly against his chest, and her nipples harden even further with each thrust of your hips.

Her free hand glides down your chest, over your abs and then lower still, cupping your balls through your pants. She rolls them gently in her palm, eliciting a shudder from deep within you. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back higher as she feels the tension building inside her once again.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still, wanting all of you inside her. Her hips circle faster and harder around yours, grinding against you in a desperate search for release. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion. "I'll do anything to make this feel good."

Lera lets out a soft giggle, the sound vibrating against your neck as she nuzzles closer. "You like my short skirt?" She asks playfully, rocking her hips back and forth against yours. Her ass cheeks clench around you with each movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her free hand glides up your chest, over your shoulder and then lower still, cupping your hardened length through your pants. She strokes slowly and deliberately, feeling the heat emanating from your skin as she guides you closer to the edge. "And you like my tight little ass?" She wiggles her hips suggestively, grinding against you in a teasing motion that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each thrust of her hips, her nipples puckered and aching for attention. With every movement, she feels herself growing closer to the release she craves, but she isn't ready to let go quite yet. She bites her lip, letting out a soft moan as you fill her completely, their bodies moving together in perfect syncopation.

"Tell me what else you want," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself even harder against you. "What do you want me to do?" Her hips grind against yours with a desperation that's almost palpable, as if she can feel the tension coiling tight inside her, begging to be released.

Lera gasps, the sound muffled against your neck as you feel her body tensing around yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, urging you deeper as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. "Shhh," she whispers, her voice hoarse with arousal and relief. "Just hold on."

As your wife approaches them, Lera freezes for a moment, fearing discovery. But when the woman asks what they're doing, Lera plays it off coolly, grinning at you over her shoulder as she replies. "Oh, nothing much... just having a little fun while you talk to our guests," she says with a wink.

Her hips begin to move again, slowly but deliberately against yours as she works to keep the tension from building any higher. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her face flames bright red with arousal, but she manages to maintain the outward appearance of casual indifference.

As you feel yourself getting closer, Lera arches her back further and grinds against you harder, wanting nothing more than for you both to cross the finish line together. "Just a little bit longer," she whispers, digging her nails into your shoulders. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Lera laughs, the sound low and throaty as she continues to move against you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as she feels her body trembling on the edge of release. She looks over her shoulder at your wife again, making sure their attention is elsewhere, then glances back at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh yeah," she breathes out, "I'm definitely ready for that."

Her hips begin to move faster, harder against yours, and as you feel yourself nearing the brink, so does she. Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. With a final thrust of her hips, she cries out in pleasure, her body tense and shuddering around yours as she releases the tension that's been building inside her.

Her ahegao expression is almost painful to look at, and as you feel yourself erupt inside her, she arches her back further, moaning your name hoarsely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she milks every last drop from you.

Finally, as the sensations begin to fade, she collapses against you with a sigh of relief. "Wow," she whispers, her breath hot on your neck. "That was... incredible." Her cheeks turn a delicate shade of pink as she realizes what they've just done and how close they came to getting caught.

She smooths her skirt down, hoping to conceal the evidence of your tryst, then leans back to look at you with an impish grin. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"