Teeth clenched, he came, splotching her bare pussy. He’d only come for tutoring. Her parents prepared pasta one floor below.

Pearly cum pools quivered atop the stuttered exhalations of her own orgasm, juices snaking from her distended pink slit.

Popstar posters needled his skewed moral compass, yet she remained exactly what he needed. Someone vivacious. Eager. Uncomplicated.

Lucia’s wide-eyed innocence echoed the Manga duvet characters. “Have you cum or cummed, Mr Leyland? Past tense or participle?”

Brow furrowing, he shrugged. “Veni, vidi, vici, my inamorata.”

She giggled. Rose. Crawled. Kissed his sticky cock. “Time for the second cumming, to double-check?”