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𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣

After receiving the confirmation that Aurora needed to do as she pleased, she tore a hole in the sheer leggings that Iris had on her legs.

The cold air made contact with the brunette's skin, resulting in a gasp to leave her parted lips. She wasn't sure how to respond to the slit that now exposed her red lace thong.

The move was bold, but Iris loved it.

She loved the way Aurora handled her in this moment. It wasn't like in the office where she rode the taller's thigh or the times that the blonde left delicate touches on the woman's skin.

This. . .

This was something different.

The blonde spotted a tiny tattoo of a fairy on the brunette's thigh and immediately kissed it, which made a smile appear on the other's face.

Aurora seemed to like that reaction because she placed two more kisses on the same spot just to receive the same response — followed by a quiet moan.

She wanted to hear more.

Loving kisses were placed on soft thighs, whimpers elicited deep from within Iris's throat, and manicured hands ran through voluminous, light hair as the blonde continued her foreplay.

Iris was becoming needy, and the taller could tell just by the way the brunette's hips rolled into her face, desperately searching for something that would send her over the edge.

"Patience, cara." Aurora mumbled after removing her lips from the inner part of Iris's thigh, a spot just inches away from her throbbing heat.

Aurora's tongue slithered out of her mouth to coat her lips in wetness as she lifted her body up to meet the shorter's face. While staring each other in the eyes, the more dominant of the two pulled off her V-neck shirt with slight seductiveness. Aurora's perky breasts sat perfectly in the cream colored bra that she wore, and all Iris wished to do was place them in her mouth.

Aurora leaned back down to make contact with Iris's abdomen where she began to grind on her, her hair wildly flipped to the side thanks to the shorter woman.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want." the blonde breathed out, caressing Iris's face.

Iris couldn't muster up an answer.

She was feeling too good.

She moaned gently, wrapping her arms around Aurora's neck to pull them closer to another. The contact of Aurora's thigh meeting her thong was enough to have her withering in pleasure.

The blonde took note of this, and could do nothing but chuckle to herself.

"You're so responsive. I love it." she whispered, pecking Iris's throat.

There was nothing that the blonde loved more than being in charge.

Dominating in bed is what she does best. The blonde loved to watch her submissive whine and squirm underneath her as she went down on them. She loved watching their mouth open wide and their eyebrows crease just before they orgasmed. She loved the small "pleases" and "thank you's." She loved teasing until her submissive was begging for her to fuck them.

She loved it all.

Her hand glided down Iris's body until her fingertips grazed the material of the brunette's thin underwear. She grabbed one of the strings, stretching it upwards before letting go of it. A yelp and the sound of the panty smacking against skin echoed throughout the room. Iris's lips were formed in a pout as she glared at Aurora, who tried to contain a sinister grin at the face of the other woman.

Iris was flustered; her cheeks red, eyebrows knitted upwards, eyes begging.

"Stop teasing." the brunette stated.

"Ask nicely." Aurora demanded, her teeth grazing the top of her panty.

Iris gave in immediately, "Please stop teasing. I really, really want to feel you in me, Ro."

Ro . . .

It was something about the way the brunette moaned the nickname.

In no time, the torn tights were lying disregarded on the floor and the brunette's thong was in Aurora's hands. She pondered on her actions, not wanting to rush the other woman into the sex that she enjoyed, but remembered what had been said yesterday.

"I could prove how naughty I am . . . if you let me."

Aurora stared at Iris as she opened her mouth, her thumb on the woman's bottom lip. The red thong was placed into the mouth of the person who once wore the undergarment. At first, Iris was taken by surprise, her eyes widened with astonishment. However, the blonde's tongue was pressed against the brunette's clit in no time.

A whine escaped Iris's lips, her body tensing as Aurora started to make out with her pussy. High pitched moans continued to leave Iris's stuffed mouth, her hands once again returning to massage Aurora's scalp.

Every sound that passed through her lips was more encouragement for Aurora. Iris had a mind far too hazy to realize the letters that were spelt out on her sensitive clit. She was enjoying the feeling of Aurora's skilled tongue, her eyes rolling at the sensation. It didn't take long for the brunette to get close to her orgasm. She was so sensitive. The combination of the blonde's fingers and mouth was nearly overwhelming.

As badly as Iris wanted to confess that she indeed was about to cum, the thong in her mouth prevented that from happening.

So she continued to gasp, yelp, and moan every time Aurora licked, touched, and sucked on her wet pussy.

Eventually, while Aurora's cheeks were beginning to ache and her arms cramping up with fatigue, the tight knot in Iris's abdomen disappeared.

Stars littered her vision as she screamed — or well attempted to anyway.

Aurora licked up all the evidence that was a result of Iris's orgasm, slowly lifting her heavy eyes to meet the brunette. Aurora didn't know how or when Iris decided to take off her top and bra, but as their eyes connected, D cupped boobs were up close to her face.

"Fuck." she mumbled underneath her breath.

It was something about the way they sat. So perfect, so smooth, so pretty. What person doesn't love boobs? Especially big ones that could fill up your mouth.

The blonde woman exhaled and removed her mouth from Iris's lower body before attaching them to one of her nipples, her tongue swiping across the skin hungrily.

And that was the beginning of round two.

I haven't written smut in a while so that sucked, sorry.

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This part of the chapter needed to be rewritten to seem more realistic.

The next Monday I decided to take Ariella to school myself. I took the the time to call in to work to inform them of my absence this morning before I helped my daughter prepare for her school day.

To lift her sprits, I had taken her to Starbucks to get a cake pop and her drink of choice. On the way to her school, I got as much information on the problematic teacher as possible.

Apparently, the teacher tended to make snide remarks similar to the one regarding Ariella's drawing on a regular.

That angered me like hell.

When we arrived at the elementary school, which was swarming with little kids being kissed on their foreheads by their parents as a goodbye, I walked inside with Ariella instead of just dropping her off.

"Are you coming to school with me today?" she began to ask with hopeful eyes.

"Not exactly, stellina. I'm just going to talk to your principal about some things that concern me." I smiled down at her, opening the door of the office for her.

Thankfully she didn't ask me anymore questions. The last thing I wanted was to see my daughter get all worked up because of an irresponsible adult.

Again.

I bent down to Ariella's level once we reached the front desk, "Mamma's going to have a little chat with some higher people to ensure your safety, okay?"

Ariella nodded and leaned in to hug me, "I love you."

"Oh, I love you so much more!" I exclaimed as I returned the hug all the while genuinely smiling, causing her to giggle in my arms.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek before she ran off to class. I exhaled heavily before standing up to face the older lady that sat in front of a computer screen.

"Excuse me." I spoke up, causing the woman's eyes to travel towards me, "Hi, I'm Aurora Romane, mother of Ariella. Is it possible that I speak with the principal? It's very important and as a concerned parent it would make me feel a whole lot better to know that my daughter is safe here."

A saddened look crossed the woman's face and she immediately straightened her posture.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked with uneasiness, her hand hovering over the wired telephone.

"A teacher that goes by the name 'Mrs. Ruby' has said some pretty hurtful things to my daughter and I refuse to tolerate it."

With widened eyes, the receptionist dialed a number and lifted the phone to her ear. Soon enough I was being lead down a hallway until we stopped in front of a door that had the name 'Mr. Hunt' on it in gold, cursive font.

The receptionist who had brought me here knocked twice on the wood before opening the door.

The smell of a strong scented cologne immediately hit my nose. The room was decorated with bright colors that nearly blinded me. A dark brown desk was in the center of the room and a man sat behind it, greeting us with a smile. His dark hair was slicked back, and he looked younger than the woman that stood beside me surprisingly. He wore a suit that contained a name tag, which held the same name that was on the door of this room.

"Ms. Romane. What do I owe the pleasure?"

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"I could give a flying fuck what your opinions are about the LGBTQ+ community! You don't have the right to scold my daughter about something that doesn't concern you. As an educator, your job is to teach my daughter the things that she needs to know so that she can exceed in life. If she draws a picture of what she believes is her family, you don't tear her down about it! She's a child!" I yelled, pointing my finger in the woman's face who seemed terrified.

As much as I wanted to go on, I decided to let out a deep breath and stand from my seat, "I trust she will be dealt with properly." I nodded once at Mr. Hunt.

"Yes. As I stated Ms. Romane, what was said by her was unacceptable and very inappropriate. As someone with a son who likes the same gender I am deeply offended by Mrs. Ruby's actions." Mr. Hunt stated, sending a glare to the silenced adult beside me.

"I'm glad to here that."

And then I was leaving, sending one last threatening look to Mrs. Ruby before walking out the door. If I was to hear about anyone else spitting hateful things at my daughter, I'd do a hell of a lot more than just speak to the principal.

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