Chapter 335: Cold Tongue Chemical Reactions

Phei pulled away just enough—lips parting from hers with a wet pop, breath ragged—and looked down at her

perfectly

.

There she was

: Patricia Bloom, his chemistry teacher now sprawled across the long table like an

offering.

Her thighs trembled wide apart, heels hooked over the table’s edge, calves shaking.

And between those

quaking thighs

, her cunt was on full, shameless display.

Fuck

, the sight punched the air out of him.

Her outer lips were swollen thick and

dark rose,

flushed almost angry from the ruthless way his fingers had worked her open minutes earlier.

They framed the slick,

petal-soft

inner folds that had bloomed outward like something obscene and sacred at

once—glistening,

coated in a thick layer of her own arousal that caught the lights and turned every crease into liquid silver.

And between those shaking legs, her cunt was

everything

.

How do you expect me to not get greedy at this sight?

Her outer lips were thick and flushed a deep, furious rose, swollen from his earlier fingers like they’d been kissed too hard.

They framed the slick

inner petals

that had unfurled completely—glistening, obscene, coated in a glossy sheen of her arousal that caught the cold lab lights and turned every fold into molten silver.

Her

clit throbbed

at the top like a ripe, exposed pearl, hood peeled back, jumping visibly with every frantic heartbeat; each pulse sent a fresh ripple through the surrounding flesh.

Right at her

entrance,

a slow, heavy bead of cream gathered, stretching into a long, shimmering strand before it snapped—plinking wetly onto the desk top below her

jiggling

ass, leaving a small, spreading puddle that reflected the overhead.

He could see

every detail

: the tiny,

helpless clench

of her inner walls just inside that tight ring, fluttering on nothing, greedy for something to grip; the way her slick had already leaked down the seam to coat her perineum in a glossy trail, pooling around the tight pucker of her asshole until it glistened like it had been polished.

Creamy froth clung to her folds in sticky strings, webbing between lip and lip every time her hips gave a helpless twitch.

Her pussy was reacting at this stare down torture he was giving her... just staring at the wonders a single female part held.

And it was making her go crazy... wanting him to stare at her more yet wanting him to touch her right now too.

This was

Ms. Bloom

—now her pussy was dripping for

him

, leaking steadily onto the surface of the table,

thighs quivering

because

he’d

done this to her.

The thrill slammed into him like a fist to the chest—the filthy, impossible wrongness of it. Teacher. Student. Desk still littered with pipettes and beaker rings. Her authority shattered, her body begging.

His

cock jerked

hard against his zipper never like it did yesterday, leaking pre-cum in thick pulses that soaked through the fabric, aching so badly it hurt to breathe.

How could he even maintain that coldness?

A single sniff of her arousal alone—raw, heady, musky-sweet with that sharp metallic bite of pure cunt of his teacher—sent his control he was so proud of now, tittering right to the edge.

Just watching it leak from her pussy, that

slow silver

thread stretching and breaking, made his mouth flood with saliva and his balls draw up tight.

He was already gone.

Greedy. Starving. Reverent.

Then he

dropped

to his knees between Patricia Bloom’s spread thighs like a man kneeling at an

altar

not minding bullshit like grace or whatever—devout, starving.

He hooked her legs over his broad shoulders—slow, deliberate—until the soft backs of her knees locked against the thick slabs of muscle, her calves draped warm down his back, sharp heels digging into his shoulder blades for leverage.

She yelped as she sought support from his hair, holding him as he sniffed her pussy. Her thighs shook when his breathe reached her thighs and more unbearably... her pussy.

Her skirt stayed bunched uselessly at her waist; he shoved it higher with rough palms, fabric crumpling, exposing everything all over again. The unplanned touch making her moan.

The Goddess Fall Touch alone was terrifying.

Her pussy now hovered inches from his face—still swollen, still flushed dark pink, outer lips puffy and parted wider now from the angle, inner folds blooming even wetter, clit engorged and throbbing visibly at the apex, a

fat,

glistening pearl begging louder than before.

Mmm~

He couldn’t help the amazement of this mature pussy. Phei, as it turned out was into mature women more than he’d ever thought, and now with this mature snatch before him, he was itching to ruin it.

He blew cold air onto it, teasing his teacher’s pussy further.

"Phei~"

She moaned her pussy fluttering. Her thighs shivered.

A fresh, thick strand of arousal leaked steadily from her tight entrance, stretching downward in a shimmering silver thread before snapping from the long thread and dripping onto the desk beneath her jiggling ass with soft, wet plinks.

Hot...

He leaned in close enough that his nose brushed the soft

crease

beside her slit.

First came his breath again to tease her one last time—hot, deliberate, fanning directly across her drenched core. The warm gust hit her clit like a live wire; it jerked hard, jumping once, twice, three times in frantic little spasms.

"Ahh—Phei—" she gasped sharply, voice already trembling.

Phei was determined to tease her today.

Her inner lips

fluttered

open wider on instinct—more slick welling up instantly, clear and viscous, pooling at her entrance before trickling down the sensitive seam toward her asshole in shining, slow rivers.

He inhaled deep juice sent—shameless—nose pressing right against the slick skin just outside her folds, lungs filling with her raw, heady scent.

A low, animal growl vibrated from his chest straight into her flesh.

Then his mouth

claimed

her pussy in one full gulp around her pussy and sucked in further.

His tongue pulled out from within his mouth enclosing—shockingly

cold

—it pressed flat and broad against the

smooth strip

of her perineum and dragged upward in one long, obscene lick from the tight, puckered ring of her asshole all the way to the sensitive underside of her clit.

The icy chill of his tongue hit her overheated pussy flesh folds like lightning; her hips bucked violently off the desk. Her pussy folds fluttered from within his mouth’s cage.

She’s never felt this... something like this!

"Oh

fuck—cold—Phei—your

tongue—fuck—" she cried out, voice pitching high and startled, thighs quivering wildly around his ears.

He

collected

every drop on the way on his tongue in a long drag from down her pussy to her clit—her taste exploding across his frozen tongue: thick, addictive, salty-sweet with that sharp metallic edge of pure cunt, now contrasted against the shocking cold that made her slick taste even sweeter, sharper.

The

schlick

of his cold tongue gliding through her wet heat echoed obscenely.

He didn’t pause.

Licked again—same filthy path, slower—cold tongue curling at the end to flick the tiny bundle of nerves hidden beneath her clit hood. The icy contact made her clit throb harder, jumping visibly.

"Yes—yes—cold—oh god—again—"

His chemistry teacher moaned, her hips shamelessly jerking up greedily, chasing the next icy lash of her student’s mouth and tongue like she was already ruined and begging to be ruined more.

Like she’d already forget this was her student... like she no longer cared.