Olga burst into Anton's room without so much as a knock, her face flushed and her eyes wide with urgency. "Anton, I need your help," she panted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
Anton looked up from his book, surprised by Olga's sudden appearance and the desperate tone of her voice. "Of course, Olga," he said, setting his book aside and rising to his feet. "What's wrong?"
Olga bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on Anton. "It's...it's nothing," she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I just...I need your help with something."
Anton raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Olga's strange behavior. "Okay," he said slowly. "What do you need help with?"
Olga took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she gathered her courage. "I...I need your help with...with this," she said, gesturing awkwardly to the bulge in her pants.
Anton's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Olga was asking for. He had known that Olga was different, that she didn't fit the mold of the typical woman, but he had never imagined that she would come to him for help with something so intimate.
"Olga, I...I don't know if I can help you with that," he stammered, his mind racing as he tried to process the situation.
Olga's face fell, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. "Oh," she said softly, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I understand. I'm sorry for bothering you."
She turned to leave, but Anton's hand on her arm stopped her. "Wait," he said, his voice firm. "I didn't say no. I just need a minute to...to process this."
Olga looked up at him, her eyes hopeful. "Really?"
Anton nodded, his mind made up. "Yes," he said, his voice steady. "I'll help you. Just...just tell me what you need me to do."
Olga's face broke out into a grin, her relief and gratitude clear. "Thank you, Anton," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I need you to...to touch me. Here," she added, reaching down to cup her bulge through her pants.
Anton's eyes widened as he felt a surge of desire rush through him. He had never been attracted to Olga in that way before, but now, faced with the prospect of touching her, he found himself unable to resist.
He nodded, his voice husky with desire. "Okay," he said, his hand reaching out to cover Olga's. "I can do that."
Olga's breath hitched as Anton's hand touched her, her body responding instantly to his touch. She closed her eyes, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Anton's hand moved of its own accord, rubbing and caressing Olga's bulge through her pants. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the evidence of her arousal clear even through the fabric.
After a moment, Olga's hands went to the buttons of her pants, undoing them with trembling fingers. She pushed her pants down, revealing her curves and the 25 cm member that stood at attention between her legs.
Anton's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Olga's member, his mind reeling with shock and desire. He had never seen anything like it before, and yet, he found himself unable to look away.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around Olga's member as he began to masturbate her. Olga's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch with a shudder of pleasure.
Anton's hand moved faster, his mind focused on the task at hand as he worked to bring Olga to climax. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
After ten minutes, Anton knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough for Olga. He wanted to give her more, to make her feel good in a way that she had never experienced before.
He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste Olga's member. She tasted salty and musky, the evidence of her arousal clear on his tongue.
Olga's hands went to Anton's head, her fingers tangling in his hair as he began to give her oral sex. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he used his tongue and mouth to bring her to the brink of climax.
But just as she was about to reach her peak, Anton stopped. He looked up at Olga, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he said, his voice husky.
Olga's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she tried to process what was happening. She wanted to protest, to beg Anton to finish what he had started, but she found herself unable to speak.
Anton resumed masturbating Olga, his hand moving faster and faster as he worked to bring her to climax. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside her.
And then, with a cry of pleasure, Olga reached her peak. She convulsed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as she cried out in ecstasy.
Anton stepped back, giving Olga space to recover. He watched as she came down from her high, her breath slowing and her body relaxing.
After a moment, Olga looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Anton," she said, her voice trembling. "That was...that was amazing."
Anton smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "You're welcome," he said, his voice soft.
Olga's eyes dropped to Anton's pants, her eyes widening as she saw the bulge that strained against the fabric. "Anton," she said, her voice husky. "Let me return the favor."
Anton's heart skipped a beat as Olga reached down to undo his pants, revealing his 20 cm member. He had never been with a woman like Olga before, and yet, he found himself unable to resist her.
Olga's mouth closed around his member, her tongue swirling and teasing as she began to give him oral sex. Anton moaned, his hands going to Olga's head as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
He closed his eyes, his mind focused on the pleasure that Olga was giving him. He had never felt anything like it before, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.
Olga's mouth moved faster, her tongue working magic as she brought Anton to the brink of climax. He moaned, his body tensing as he felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside him.
And then, with a cry of pleasure, Anton reached his peak. He convulsed, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he cried out in ecstasy.
Olga pulled back, giving Anton space to recover. She watched as he came down from his high, her heart swelling with pride and satisfaction.
Anton looked up at her, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Olga," he said, his voice soft.
Olga smiled, her heart full of happiness. "You're welcome, Anton," she said, her voice gentle. "Anytime."
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