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Byleth’s hand hovers in front of the door, the professor’s anxiety, something she rarely falls victim to, catching her by surprise. Her heart seems to pound in her chest as she stands there, finding herself completely unable to take this step.
What am I so worried about? It's just… just a meeting with a colleague. Her attempt to soothe her worries does little to actually push her over the edge and get her to stop thinking long enough to actually knock on the door. Manuela just invited me here to talk about teaching techniques or to complain about Hanneman or something, it couldn’t be… ugh, I have no reason to be getting this worked up over this.
Byleth had taken the chance to meet Manuela for tea earlier in the day, wanting to do her best to grow closer to all the people she’s going to be working with for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t been expecting to enjoy spending time with her fellow professor all that much, if she was being honest. Most of times she’d run into Manuela out and about in the monastery, she was apt to simply talk about herself and complain about some failed date or another. Byleth was honestly worried going into it that she was going to simply be signing herself up for another hour of listening to this woman lament about her problems “finding a man”, but she had been pleasantly surprised.
It turns out Manuela is quite an engaging conversation partner when her mind isn’t just stuck thinking about some date. They spent at least an hour just getting to know each other better and talking about their jobs, and while the other woman did find time to complain a bit, it turns out it really isn’t much of a bother when it isn’t the only thing she’ll talk about. Not that Byleth was really able to give her any meaningful advice, with her love life being effectively nonexistent for all of her eighteen or nineteen years before being corralled into Garreg Mach.
She did have a bit of trouble understanding why Manuela has such bad luck when it comes to dates, especially considering how attractive she is… and how low cut her dresses are. Honestly, it’s a shame that she doesn’t seem to be all that interested in other women, even if she was quite flirtatious with Byleth while they were together.
I’m sure that’s just how she talks to everyone. There's no reason to figure she's even interested in girls anyway… she only ever talks about going out with men. The professor quickly pushes down the surprising disappointment this train of logic brings her. So naturally, I should calm down and just knock on the door so I can hang out with my colleague. My unreasonably beautiful and unexpectedly charismatic colleague.
Byleth shakes her head, trying her best to banish those thoughts from her head before she quickly knocks twice on Manuela's door. She waits in anticipation for some kind of response, her foot tapping against the floor anxiously.
After a few seconds, the professor hears something behind the door. Papers shuffle and a glass or two clinks around inside the room before Byleth finally hears the knob start to squeak on the other side. The door opens, and no amount of rationalization can keep her face from twinging red.
Manuela stands before her with a cute smile on her face, her short brown hair a bit of a mess after a long day. For the first time, Byleth gets to see her in only that pretty green dress, that coat she's always wearing presumably hung up somewhere for the night. She even manages to tactfully avoid letting her eyes dip down into Manuela’s ample cleavage.
“Oh, Byleth!” Manuela welcomes her warmly. “I’m glad you decided to take me up on my little offer! Please, come in.”
Byleth nods, a slight smile on her face as she follows her fellow professor inside, managing to keep her emotional tempest obscured for the moment. “Thank you, Professor.”
The younger woman's eyes follow the subtle swing of Manuela’s hips for the few steps they take together into her small dormitory. A light blush finds its way onto Byleth’s face as she keeps her focus on the older woman’s butt, that dress hugging her generously endowed form and leaving basically nothing to Byleth’s… overactive imagination.
Manuela pulls out a couple chairs at her table, gesturing quickly for Byleth to sit before she starts to look through her cabinet. “Come now, just Manuela is fine. Now, let's see if I can find… ugh, damn it, where'd I…”
The woman’s attitude and casual demeanor start to rub off on Byleth a bit, her mind starting to move away from simply cycling through her complicated feelings. As she listens to the admitted somewhat amusing sounds of Manuela losing a battle against her own cabinet, she takes the chance to look around her room. She finds it to be surprisingly clean, in all honesty. It’s a bit cluttered and there’s some papers scattered on the floor, but considering how poorly she’s been told men react when they see it, she’s mostly just surprised. I could never understand how this would stop someone from wanting her… maybe if it was a complete disaster or something, sure. But Manuela’s fun, charismatic… beautiful… a small mess like this…
It wouldn’t stop me.
The professor is roused from her romantic fantasizing by a particularly loud clattering of glass. She turns back toward Manuela to find her bent over to rummage even deeper into that cabinet, and Byleth really, really tries not to start blatantly staring at her ass again, but her curvaceous figure is even more pronounced in such a sensual pose. The dark-haired woman's eyes trail along each and every contour of those wide hips and incomparably thick thighs, and she can swear she can just barely see the outline of her underwear through that overly tight dress. Altogether, the sight is nearly overwhelming for Byleth, her inexperience with anything more than self-pleasure leaving her mind reeling with thoughts and feelings she can barely process. She can feel her womanhood start to twitch and grow between her legs as her eyes stay locked on the one-woman, five-course meal in front of her. She’s so… I shouldn’t be ogling her like this… it’s just… that underwear seems so skimpy. And the way her dress hugs her… bottom. It’s just too-
“My, my… wandering eyes, Byleth?” Manuela’s teasing voice breaks the professor out of her thoughts and her words quickly make Byleth’s usually stoic expression switch to something much more flushed.
She tries to sputter out some kind of excuse, but her voice catches in her throat.
The older professor simply giggles lightheartedly and flashes her a cute smile. “Oh, I’m just teasing, dear. I’m sure a looker like you is just as used to catching eyes as I am~”
She didn’t think it could be done, but somehow, Byleth starts to blush even harder. She tries her best to think of some way to reply, but nothing can break through the whirlwind of emotions in her head.
Luckily, Manuela comes to her rescue, proudly brandishing the expensive-looking bottle of wine she finally managed to fish from the depths of her cabinet. “Anyhow, how about a drink? I’m sure you’re probably used to tea, but I have to make the most of my faculty privileges somehow.” She grabs a couple glasses to go along with the bottle and walks over to sit across from Byleth, noticeably sashaying her hips even more than before, thwarting any chance of the professor calming herself down.
She sits down, the old wooden chair creaking as she unceremoniously pops the cork off and gets to pouring. It turns out Manuela’s quite generous with her pours, something that doesn’t particularly surprise Byleth. The older woman stands up and places a glass in front of her own seat before carefully, slowly leaning over the table to set a similarly full glass in front of her guest.
As Manuela leans over the table, the younger professor is once again faced with an expert-level test of will. The woman’s bountiful breasts hang down below her as she leans over the table, their weight only held back slightly by her dress. This time, knowing that Manuela would very easily be able to see Byleth’s gaze set on her eye-catching chest, she manages to keep herself from ogling too much… for about ten seconds.
Much too busy trying not to salivate over the heavy boobs hanging in front of her face, Byleth doesn’t see the sly expression on Manuela’s face or the way she very purposefully tilts the glass to spill wine on the table. “Oh my! Sorry about that, dear~” The older professor says in a tone that Byleth would be able to read as playfully unserious if she wasn’t trying to keep herself under control. Unfortunately for Byleth’s skyrocketing blood pressure, the fact that Manuela immediately reaches a hand down the front of her own dress decisively counteracts any shred of calmness left in her girl-loving head.
Now, Byleth likes to think she has quite a strong mind. She’s decisive in battle and a more than competent tactician. She’s never been one to succumb to distraction or let her fears or worries get the better of her on the battlefield.
This is not the battlefield.
Manuela pulls a small handkerchief from her dress, her hand sliding out from between her boobs. Byleth has no idea where she could have possibly had that stuffed, but she’s too busy memorizing how her fellow professor’s giant chest manages to jiggle so much from such a minor movement. Her brain immediately, inevitably, starts to imagine everything she could do with them if she could just get her hands on those tits. She tries to rouse herself out of this little track in her mind, not wanting to keep her focus on something that feels so unattainable, but she can’t stop herself from stealing a few more glances at them as Manuela cleans up her little mess.
“Ah, there we are!” Manuela says, a glance down at Byleth and her efforts to pointedly not look at the older woman’s chest serving to confirm her suspicions and bring a satisfied smirk to her face. “Shame to waste even a drop of something this good…”
“...Indeed.” Byleth says, trying her best to keep a tight lid on her feelings, her usual stoic attitude now a simple facade.
A chuckle leaves Manuela’s mouth as she stuffs the cloth back away and returns to sit back down, her arms crossing under her bust. “Well… I’m sure a diligent, hardworking woman like you can help me keep a firm grip on things, hm~?”
Byleth feels like she’s going to explode. Every word from Manuela seems to be loaded with as much subtext as possible, and the young professor doesn’t even know why. Why does it feel like she’s doing this on purpose? She’s not even into… girls…
…right?
She tries to play off her stunned, blushing expression with a forced chuckle and quickly takes a sip of her wine, hoping to keep herself from doing anything embarrassing. It’s almost too strong for Byleth, and Manuela sips her glass down like it’s nothing.
The older professor doesn’t bother to hide the satisfied grin on her face as she watches her guest unravel more and more with every second. Even so, as much as she loves teasing a cutie like Byleth, she doesn’t want her too overwhelmed. Manuela decides to tone it down a bit and well, mostly just ease up on the “shoving her boobs in Byleth's face” part. “Well, what do you think, dear? Good stuff, right?” She says, her voice in a less explicitly sensual tone as her face returns to her neutral, inviting expression.
The change in Manuela’s general demeanor does help to bring more out of the younger woman than the cute, embarrassed expressions she’d been stuck with, even if Byleth can’t completely stuff all of her complicated feelings and desires deep inside. “I believe so.” She replies calmly, her stoic expression still painted with a slight blush. “I haven’t had much… experience with drinks like this, but I think I like it.”
Manuela cracks a slight smile in response. “Oh, I’m so glad! I was a bit worried you wouldn’t have the palette for it, but here I was underestimating you.” They each take another sip of their drinks, and Byleth begins to catch up to Manuela’s pace as she gets more used to the taste. “Though I imagine you’ve had your fair share of that over the last few months… I have to say though, you’ve really outdone yourself here. Even Hanneman’s been impressed with how well you seem to be teaching those kids.”
Byleth’s slight smile grows a bit, and while she’s used to the praise with how willing Rhea has been to lay it on her, it feels especially nice coming from the older professor. “...Thank you. It’s… been quite an adjustment, to be frank.”
“I’d imagine so. I’ve seen how capable you are in battle, but it must be completely different to be responsible for teaching, of all things… and dealing with all the, let’s say… big personalities.”
Byleth lets a small chuckle escape her lips, and each woman takes another sip of wine. The dark-haired professor finds her thoughts becoming a bit easier to manage as time goes on, perhaps in no small part due to the slight buzz she can feel in her chest. “The students can be quite a handful, no doubt. At least none of them think they’re too good to learn from me. With how close in age I am to them… I had assumed I would have more trouble reaching them. Or at least getting them to take me seriously, I suppose.”
Manuela nods, a light blush on her face. Whether from the alcohol or something else, Byleth can’t tell. “I would have expected the same thing, to be honest. I guess I just hadn’t yet grown to realize just how smart and capable you are~”
A blush creeps back on to the young professor’s face, but she, perhaps miraculously, manages to keep herself composed. “That’s… very kind of you to say. I don’t think I could have done it without all the guidance I’ve gotten… especially from you, Manuela.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say, dear. I’m glad I’ve been able to help you. Honestly, and I doubt the others will tell you so directly, but having you here has been a real blessing.” Manuela stops for a moment, and Byleth can almost see some semblance of trepidation in her expression. “For me, especially. No one else is willing to put up with all of my complaining, and… it means a lot to me that you’re so willing to be there and listen. I have to imagine it isn’t particularly enjoyable.”
The younger woman is quick to dispel this impression. “Oh, I don’t mind. Truly. I quite like talking with you, even if you just need to get something off your chest. Though I know I don’t really have the proper experience to actually give you advice. Especially with your… romance problems.”
The older professor pushes a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and puts a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Romance problems? My, no tact from you, eh?” She chuckles and finishes off her glass of wine. “Not that you’re wrong, of course. They always find some little thing to reject me over… but I think you’re underestimating yourself now, Byleth.” Manuela’s voice shifts, a husky tone coloring her words as she continues. “I think… that a beautiful, capable woman like you is exactly what I need to help me with this problem~”
Byleth’s blush returns to her face in full force, her breath catching as she just barely manages to keep herself from choking on her final sip of wine. She can barely keep herself together, especially now that she has basically no reason to doubt Manuela’s feelings for her. “I… don’t know what you mean…”
Manuela giggles, her bubbly laugh carrying throughout the room. “Oh, I think you do, sweetie.” She stands up, smiling down at Byleth as she watches the young professor’s eyes trail along her curves once again. “You look even prettier when you’re all worked up like this~”
Byleth stays put, her mind much too overwhelmed to process something as complicated as standing up. Luckily for her, the older professor is eager to close the gap between them, her boobs once more hanging heavily in front of Byleth’s face. She can’t get herself to even try to look away. “Manuela… I think you're beautiful too. I just… I didn't know…”
“Oh, I see… I suppose I could have been more direct, dear. I do talk about men a lot…” Manuela giggles again. “Not that I regret teasing you a little bit, of course. I don't often find myself lucky enough to have such a cute girl to play with~”
The younger professor can feel her cock pressing against her tight shorts, almost painfully hard from the irresistible combination of Manuela’s sensual voice and generous curves, especially now that they’re within reach. “Manuela…” She’s almost whining in desperation, her hand hovering just mere inches away from the other woman’s chest. The older professor delights in how easily she’s broken through such a stoic woman’s defenses. “Can I…?”
Byleth gasps lightly, trailing off and looking up into Manuela’s eyes as the older woman cups her cheeks in her hands. “Of course you can, sweetie. I can tell those eager hands are just itching for action~”
The dark-haired professor simply can’t wait any longer, and immediately leans in to press her lips against Manuela’s. A surprised gasp slips from her mouth, but she very quickly melts into the kiss, just as eager to indulge in Byleth as Byleth is to indulge in her. Their embrace quickly grows more feverish and passionate, each woman eager to open up and let their tongues meet together.
Byleth moans into the kiss, Manuela’s experienced tongue nimbly twirling around and caressing hers with a passion that she’s never felt before. She’s more than happy to let the older woman have her way with her mouth, and takes the opportunity to finally start indulging in her soft body.
Still a bit overwhelmed and timid, the young professor slowly lifts her hand toward Manuela’s heavy, hanging tits. It eagerly meets her partner’s soft bust, and even with the dress in the way, Byleth can feel herself getting addicted to the sensation. The soft groans and light, breathy moans that Manuela lets out into her mouth with each and every touch only serve to make the experience even better.
Her other hand reaches up, giving Byleth the chance to worship both breasts as eagerly as she can manage. With each passing second she grows more and more confident, her light, unintentionally teasing squeezes transforming into eager, passionate groping that drives louder and louder moans from the older professor’s mouth. One particularly pleasurable squeeze draws a loud enough moan to break Manuela away from her passionate, sloppy exploration of the younger professor’s mouth, a thin line of saliva draped between them.
Each woman left panting by their passionate embrace, they simply gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment as Byleth continues to sink her hands into Manuela’s needy, sensitive breasts. “Hah… Ah… Haaahhh… Fuck, Byleth… nghhah… Goddess, your hands feel good!” A moan rings out through her as Byleth’s thumb rubs against one of her hard nipples. “I can’t… remember… hah… the last time I’ve… mmng… the last time I’ve been this fucking horny!”
Manuela’s dirty, eager words only flood Byleth’s mind with more pleasure, her cock straining hard against her shorts. Even so, she barely even feels this discomfort with how fixated she is on the older woman’s soft body, her hands more than content to keep milking moans out of Manuela through her tits. “I’m… hah… you’re so… soft…” The young professor says slowly, through heavy, panting breaths.
The older woman looks down at her partner with pure, lusty hunger, and she begins to feel that she’d be much more comfortable with her dress on the floor. “Mmmm~ If you think this is soft… ahhhn… just wait~”
Manuela steps away from Byleth, a needy groan leaving her mouth as that addicting chest becomes just barely out of reach. Her disappointment very quickly dies in her throat, however, as she gazes up at Manuela’s soft, mature body. She can see the hunger in Manuela’s eyes as she slips her hands into her dress and lifts those heavy, mouthwatering tits out, finally giving Byleth the chance to see them in their full glory. She playfully squeezes and shakes them, putting on a wonderfully lewd show for the other professor. Her nipples twitch with arousal, thick, hard and framed within meaty areola that make her generously endowed boobs look almost like they’re built to squirt milk right into Byleth’s mouth.
Her imagination very rapidly spiraling out of control, Byleth is pulled back to reality but her partner’s voice. “Oh my~ You really are completely enamored with my boobs, aren’t you sweetie?” Another bubbly giggle leaves Manuela’s mouth as she watches the dark-haired professor salivate over her. “I should have snatched you up the moment I saw you… I’m more worked up that I’ve been in fucking years and all you’ve done is squeeze me and look at me with those hungry eyes~”
Byleth’s panting breaths only grow heavier and heavier, the tension in her shorts reaching a fever pitch. “Manuela… I…” Her words fumble out of her mouth slowly, the combination of her inexperience and Manuela’s overwhelming sensuality leaving her completely disarmed. A hand reaches down to her zipper, and the sight beckons her partner back over to her.
“Why don’t I help you, sweetie~?” Manuela’s tits fall back against her chest and she closes the distance between her and Byleth once again. She saunters over to Byleth’s side this time, making sure to flaunt her curves mouthwateringly close to the young professor’s body. With a hungry, lustful grin, her hand reaches down to Byleth’s crotch, her heavy boobs hanging tantalizingly close to the younger woman’s face. Byleth’s mouth hovers just inches away from her nipple, her hot breaths sending shivers up Manuela’s spine with each little puff of air. Manuela can tell what she needs, and teasingly plays with her partner’s zipper before leaning down to whisper right in her ear. “Just look… you’ve got me absolutely twitching with need~ Though… I think they need some nice, passionate love, don’t you think? I can see you practically drooling over them, after all~”
The older professor drives her seduction home by finally unzipping her shorts, a sigh of relief from Byleth quickly getting muffled by her eagerly wrapping her lips around Manuela’s plump nipple. The stimulation immediately drives a loud moan of pleasure from the brown-haired professor at the exact moment she first sets eye on her partner’s bulge. If she weren’t busy losing her mind at every little flit and flutter of Byleth’s tongue, the size of the tent in her tights would have Manuela stunned completely silent.
This shock doesn’t last long, though, and that hungry, possessive gaze comes right back to her.
Manuela's hand traces over Byleth's shaft slowly, each little touch drawing a cute moan out of her as she melts into her partner, the younger woman’s face burying itself into the older woman’s generous bust. Manuela giggles through her almost constant moaning and gasping, deeply enjoying the professor’s youthful eagerness. “My, my… I wasn’t… ahhhn… expecting you to be packing something like… mmmf… this~'' Her tongue slips out of her mouth, and the older professor licks her lips, practically drooling over Byleth’s cock.
The woman in question pops her mouth off of Manuela’s nipple, looking noticeably more disheveled than before. Saliva coats her lips from her passionate, sloppy makeout session with her partner’s tits, and she tries her best to take deep breaths through her moans to make up for all the time she spent worshiping Manuela’s boobs instead of breathing. Even as breathless and messy as she is, however, Byleth simply cannot ignore the pulsing, insatiable heat between her legs. “Manuela… please… hah… I need… more!”
She can feel how badly Byleth needs her. The younger professor’s cock twitches and leaks, only separated from Manuela’s teasing hand by those thin tights. Manuela shifts around Byleth, her hands never quite leaving her younger partner’s body as she moves to her knees. Her heavy breasts lay right on Byleth’s lap, that painfully hard dick framed perfectly by Manuela’s twin beauties. “I quite like the view I get from down here, sweetie~” Her hands reach forward, each pulling on Byleth’s tights. “Now… You do have more of these tights, right? They’re quite pretty… especially on you~”
Byleth nods her head quickly, sheer, overwhelming need pumping through her body.
Manuela’s smile widens, her lust more than evident. “Perfect~” With that single word, she tears open Byleth’s tights without a second thought, finally completely freeing her long, thick cock.
And Manuela doesn’t waste a second.
She plants her tongue at the bottom of Byleth’s twitching shaft and slowly, teasingly drags it up her partner's length. She can feel it pulse against her tongue as a low, needy groan comes from the young professor's mouth. At the tip, she plants a short, light kiss, her tongue darting out for only a moment to lap up Byleth’s beading precum. “Oh, you are absolutely delicious, sweetie~ So needy and sensitive… all for me!”
Manuela’s tone only makes Byleth twitch even more, her cock wordlessly begging for more of her touch. Her mouth, on the other hand, is much less quiet. “Manuela… please… ghhahh… I need… hah… more!”
She smiles up at the young professor and pops another kiss on her tip, this time lingering for just a moment longer. “Of course, of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of my touch any longer… I can’t seem to resist you and this needy… leaking… cock, anyway… but I have an idea I think you’ll really love, sweetie. I just have to get this fat dick a bit wetter~”
With that, she takes Byleth’s tip into her mouth, no longer teasing her with those cute little kisses. Manuela’s head bobs up and down on the first few inches of her partner’s cock, her experienced lips milking moan after moan out of Byleth, who can basically only respond to the stimulation by sinking her hands back into Manuela’s ever-ready boobs. Just like before, the young professor’s eager hands feel absolutely divine on her sensitive tits, but even through her moans, she keeps working hard to get her cock all lubed up.
She keeps up her eager blowjob, slowly and steadily taking it deeper into her mouth until she hits her limit, gagging slightly around the meat in her mouth. The sound brings Byleth back down to reality, and she looks down at Manuela with concern in her eyes. Her partner slides off her dick, and gives her a comforting smile. Byleth returns it shakily, heavy puffs of air coming from her mouth. “I should’ve figured that would make you nervous, sweetie. Don’t worry about it though, alright? It just happens when I take this fat, delicious cock deep in my mouth… you’ll get plenty used to it, I’m sure~”
Byleth nods, her mind still swimming with arousal, only intensified by Manuela’s praise.
“Good girl~ Now…” The older woman’s tongue slips from her mouth, dripping just a bit more spit onto that fat dick. The sight is surprisingly erotic, and only makes Byleth twitch harder between her boobs, her hips subtly moving, desperate to get as much stimulation as she can. Manuela slides her tongue back into her mouth, and gives Byleth a teasing smile as she brings her hands to her breasts and squishes them around the younger woman’s wet, eager cock. “You love my boobs, don’t you?” Byleth nods immediately, bringing another giggle out of her partner. “So eager~ Well… if you love them so much… I think you’re going to absolutely adore what I have in store for you, sweetie~”
Manuela locks eyes with Byleth and starts to move her tits up and down slowly around that cock, her wonderfully pillowy bust proving to be the perfect way to make her partner completely lose it. The young professor has long since lost any ability to hold in her moans, so even this slow pace is more than enough to get her voice going again. “This… feels… ghahhh… so good! Manuela… please… ahahh… more!”
She’s more than happy to oblige, speeding up her hands enough to make steady shlick of their movements against Byleth’s cock just audible enough for both women to hear. “Of course, baby~” Manuela flits her gaze down to that dick for just a moment, licking her lips with hunger. “I’ve left you with no relief for this giant, aching cock for too long, haven’t I? Just flaunting my body and teasing, leaving you all pent up like this… Don’t worry though, sweetie. Give me a minute or two and I’ll have those balls nice and empty~”
Byleth barely comprehends her words, and the little bit she does understand in her lust-addled state only serves to get her closer to the edge and more eager to cover those fat tits in cum. She tries her best to keep her gaze locked with Manuela’s but the way the pleasure sends shockwaves throughout her body and keeps her too mindless to even think leaves her with little choice but to brace herself and hope. She just let herself go…
But she can’t help but try to keep her eyes on her partner’s beautiful face.
“Oh, sweetie… it’s trembling so much! So twitchy… and you’re practically squirting precum all over my big, soft boobs~” Manuela pops her mouth over Byleth’s tip one more time, lapping up her fill of that addictive precum before sliding back off to lick her lips in the sluttiest expression of lust she can muster.
It drives Byleth absolutely wild, and Manuela decides to drive it all home.
She speeds up again, even shifting her rhythm to alternate her hands, moving one down as the other ascends, giving her love to each and every inch of Byleth’s long cock. She smiles as her partner’s moans reach a fever pitch and Manuela starts to pepper kisses on her blushing, twitching cockhead.
“Mah… Manuela! I’m… fuck… I…” Byleth’s attempt at a warning is muddled by her loud, almost screaming moans.
But honestly, it’d be really hard for Manuela not to guess what’s about to happen.
Her cute little kisses stop, and that hungry, lust-addled grin comes right back. She squishes her boobs together just a little bit tired and readies herself to guide her partner through the best orgasm of her life. “That’s it, sweetie! Cum for me!”
Those few, perfect words finally break through to Byleth, and she practically howls as she cums, a thick, heavy load spraying right onto Manuela’s soft, mind-numbingly pleasurable bust.
“Perfect! That’s just perfect, baby!” The young professor’s squeals and moans are music to her ears, and Manuela makes sure to keep pumping her tits along that cock, meeting every shaky, eager thrust of Byleth’s hips.
And Byleth just doesn’t stop. Rope after rope of thick, silky seed squirts from her thick shaft, splattering all over Manuela’s plush tits.
“Yes! Let me milk you dry! Hah… Show me how much you love my boobs!” Manuela encourages, starting to lose herself in her own haze of lust. She just can’t seem to get enough of making Byleth lose her mind so completely like this, all for her and her body.
The encouragement drives one last burst of cum from Byleth, and it lands right on Manuela’s outstretched tongue. She gulps in down eagerly, arousal pumping through her, every nerve from her clit to her brain alight with need. The flavor is somehow even more addicting than the tastes she’d gotten before…
And while she’d already been planning on doing this as a slutty little show for Byleth, she just can’t stop herself.
Before her partner even has the chance to catch her breath and look down at her again, she starts to lap up every drop of cum she can. Her tongue drags along each and every inch of her breasts, rope after rope of hot, sticky cum going right she fervently believes they belong: inside her. A couple little moans ring out from her as she trawls over her own nipples, but she doesn’t let herself get distracted from her mission.
Manuela’s lips smack one last time as she pulls up and away from her boobs, and she’s immediately met with Byleth’s gaze once again. In that gaze, she finds the embers of lust, a fire that’s just waiting to be reignited.
So she does the only thing she can think to do. She shows Byleth just how proud she is of her hard work.
Manuela opens her mouth slowly, her tongue splaying out, a puddle of cum pooled right in the middle. Through the rest of her mouth, cum coats every inch. Little strings and spindles connect roof to bottom to wall, all products of the older professor’s eager, shameless, and just utterly slutty marriage of cum and spit.
Frankly, Byleth doesn’t have a particularly long refractory period, but this would be enough to completely obliterate it.
Manuela’s gaze, as ever, draws once again to that cock, and she’s happy to see that it’s looking just as hard and eager as before. She slips her tongue back in her mouth and swallows, making sure, of course, to show her partner that she gulped down every little bit. A satisfied grin comes back to her face and she gives Byleth’s cock one last peck before standing up. At her waist, her dress is absolutely soaked.
The sight only makes the young professor even more ready for another round.
“Come on, sweetie~” She slowly walks toward the bed, and in what’s quickly becoming a pattern, puts on as much of a show of her body as she can. “I still have much, much more to show you~”
Byleth’s never moved faster.