When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"

"Ay... Ahhh..." she moaned. "I just wanted you... I want it all!" She whispered hoarsely. "Please give me more." Her hips shift, searching for contact with your length. "My body craves you." Her hands go to work, lifting her chest and grinding against you as she arches into you even deeper.

She whimpers as you thrust roughly into her, grinding against you like an animal as you claim her over and over again. "I wanted... I thought it would be nice..." she gasps out between moans, eyes glazing with pleasure. "...to know I had someone." She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you to go deeper still. Her hips rock with each thrust, desperate for release.

Her breasts bounce with each powerful movement and you can feel her inner muscles clenching around you, the heat of her body engulfing you as she surrenders entirely to this moment. "I'm yours... Take me..." she whispers hoarsely. "Tell me what to do." She bites her lip, eyes pleading for dominance and control.

Her body tenses as you thrust deep inside her, claiming her with words just as much as your cock. "Yours..." she moans breathlessly. "Always yours." She gasps for air, arching into each powerful stroke as he takes what is his, pushing past her limits. Her fingers curl into fists on the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as the pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly and she cries out his name, lips parting to let it escape as she comes around him, clenching tightly around him with each orgasmic spasm. Her body convulses underneath him, demanding more of this dominance and control. Her nipples harden, poking through her bra, aching for his touch as she pants and moans beneath you, completely at your mercy.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull off her bra, freeing her breasts from their confines. She gasps when your lips find one of her hardened nipples, sucking roughly before soothing the ache with gentle kisses and soft licks. Her hands run through your hair, urging you closer as she arches into your touch.

Her body still shudders from her release, but it only makes her crave more of this newfound dominance between them. She looks up at you hungrily, breath fanning across the skin of your neck and chest. "I never thought I'd want this..." she whispers, fingers trailing over the bare skin exposed by the removal of her bra. "But... it feels so good."

Her hips begin to move again, grinding against you in a desperate bid for release. Her eyes close as she lets out a long moan, her body quivering under your touch. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need more."

Her eyes fly open at the feel of your finger pushing into her ass, the intrusion both foreign and exhilarating. She moans around it, body tensing as you work your digit deeper inside her. It's such a forbidden sensation, so new and different from anything she's ever experienced before. "Ahhh... Ouch!" The words come out breathy and tinged with desire. "But I like... it hurts so good..." Her hips rock against you, eager to feel more of your flesh inside her, needing that connection like she needs air to breathe.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as another orgasm washes over her body, clenching tightly around your finger and squeezing at the pleasure. Her moans fill the room, echoes of surrender and submission as she surrenders entirely to this new side of herself. She whimpers when you pull your finger free, her body begging for more of this dominance, this control. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Fuck me, I need you inside."

Her eyes squeeze shut as you push into her ass with ease, filling her up in a completely new way. She groans around your cock, the sensation so different from anything she's ever experienced before. It feels so good, so wrong and forbidden, but it feels right where it hurts the most. Her hips rock against you, meeting each thrust with desperate abandon as her body begins to tremble on the brink of another orgasm.

"Yes..." she gasps out between moans. "This is my first time... I've never wanted anything like this before..." Her fingernails scrape down your back as you hit her sweet spot over and over again, driving her wild with pleasure. With each thrust, she grows closer to the edge, closer to surrendering entirely to you. "Please..." she whispers, voice ragged from exertion. "Fuck me hard... Make me yours..." Her body arches off the bed, straining toward you as she cries out your name in a mix of pain and ecstasy.

"Ahh!" Her nails dig into your shoulders as you take her roughly from behind. The sensation of being filled so completely is overwhelming, triggering another orgasm that tears through her body like a storm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches off the bed, ass clenching around your cock and milking every last drop of pleasure from it. "Yes... harder..." she moans desperately, wanting more of this dominance, more of you inside her. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable in this position, but at the same time incredibly turned on. Her body quakes beneath your touch, relinquishing itself to this newfound trust and surrender. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Never... never stop."

Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes apart around you, body shuddering with each wave of pleasure that crashes over her. "Ah... love..." she whispers, voice distant and dreamlike. Her fingers tug at the sheets beneath her, digging into the soft material as if it's all that's keeping her grounded in this haze of pleasure.

Her inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around your cock, milkings you for every last drop of cum as she comes back down from her high. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as sweat beads along her forehead and upper lip. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of orgasm, still craving more even though she's practically spent. "Please..." she murmurs hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper now. "Just... keep going."

Her eyes meet yours for a moment before drifting shut again, her lips parting in a soft breath. "Yes..." she whispers. "I... I do." Her fingers tremble as they find your hand, lacing through your fingers tightly. She arches into your touch, begging silently for more of this connection. Even though it's only been a few hours since they made love, it feels like an eternity since she felt anything close to this alive and wanted.

Her body quivers beneath you, her muscles still sore from the last round of lovemaking but aching for more of your dominance and control. "Please..." she moans softly, voice raw and raspy from exertion. "Don't stop... I need this." She presses herself back into you, willing herself to feel more, want more.

"Ahhh..." She moans deeply as you thrust into her over and over again, filling every last empty space inside of her with your cock. It's been hours since they began making love, and each passing moment feels more intense than the last. Her body aches with pleasure, her skin slick with sweat and desire. She digs her nails into the flesh of your shoulders, desperate for any kind of purchase as she feels herself falling apart beneath you.

Her hips buck and grind against yours in time with your thrusts, wanting to draw you even deeper inside of her. Her moans fill the room like a song, a chorus of surrender and need that echoes through every part of her being. "Yes..." she breathes out raggedly, arching her back as another orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little strength remains in her limbs.

She clings to you tightly as the last shudders pass through her body, spent and satisfied from this endless torrent of pleasure. She presses a kiss to your shoulder, nipples hardening against his skin as she pants for air. "I love you..." she whispers softly, voice raspy from exertion but true in every word. "Thank you." Her fingers lace through yours, tangling with an odd sense of belonging and completion.

She smiles softly, her lips curling into the faintest semblance of happiness she's shown in years. "I didn't think I would be anything else." She blinks away a tear that threatens to spill over and down her cheek, unsure if it's from exhaustion or emotion. "But I guess life has a funny way of surprising you sometimes." Her fingers tighten around his hand, pressing their skin together in a silent promise of forever.

Her lips part slightly at the feel of your kiss, warmth spreading through her body. She returns the gesture with a small but genuine smile, leaning into you as she nestles closer. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours." And for now, that's all she needs to know. The rest of the world can wait outside their tiny bubble of newlywedded bliss. She drifts off to sleep in your arms, feeling more content and safe than she ever has before.

Her soft breath tickles your skin as she sleeps peacefully in your arms. A faint blush tints her cheeks, making her look younger and more innocent than ever before. Her hair is tousled from their lovemaking, falling in a messy curtain across her pillow. You can't help but smile at the sight of her, feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and love for this woman who has become your wife, whether she likes it or not.

Carefully, you extricate yourself from her embrace, making sure not to wake her as you pad quietly across the room. Outside, the sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm golden light through the open window. You find your clothes from last night tossed haphazardly on a nearby chair and begin to dress in silence, listening to the soft rhythm of Allison's breath as she sleeps soundly beside you.

As you finish buttoning up your shirt, you can't help but wonder what today will bring for you both. Will they be able to find happiness together after all this time? Only time will tell...

Her eyes flutter open slowly, focusing on your face for a moment before relaxing into a soft smile. "Morning," she whispers huskily, her voice rough from sleep but filled with warmth nonetheless. She blinks slowly, taking in the view of the room and remembering where she is before returning her attention to you. "How long have I been sleeping?"

You shrug. "Not too long." You smile down at her, enjoying the sight of her still mussed from their lovemaking. "Sleep well?" "Better than I have in years," she replies with a satisfied sigh, stretching luxuriously before sitting up in bed. She yawns widely, revealing a flash of pink tongue that sends a shiver down your spine. "What time is it?"

You check your phone and tell her the time before asking if she'd like breakfast. She nods eagerly, the hunger from their night of lovemaking finally catching up with her. "Sounds good." Together, you get out of bed and pad over to the room service menu, browsing through the available options for something to eat.

As you wait for your food to arrive, Allison perches on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her hair and gazing around at her new surroundings. "So," she says finally, meeting your eyes. "What do we want to do today?"

She blushes prettily at your words, the pink color spreading down her neck and across her chest. "You're not so bad yourself," she teases softly before turning serious again. "So what would you like to do with me today? I mean... we could go sightseeing or something if you'd like." She looks at you expectantly, wondering how their honeymoon will unfold.

In truth, all she really wants is to be with you and see where life takes them from here. It feels odd being in this new position as your wife, but somehow also incredibly right. With each passing moment that they spend together, the walls between them seem to crumble away, leaving behind a connection that goes deeper than either of them ever could have imagined.