Bad Ballerina Loves Cock

Angie’s Dance of Desire

Petite Angie had a dream—to become a ballerina, to pirouette across the stage, and to leave the audience spellbound. However, the world of ballet demanded more than just dreams; it required sweat, dedication, and endless hours of hard workouts. Angie, with her tiny frame and fiery spirit, found herself struggling under the relentless instruction of her ballet teacher.

The teacher, a stern man with exacting standards, pushed Angie to repeat the same movement over and over. Her limbs ached, and her breath came in ragged gasps. “Please,” she begged, “I need a break.” Her pleas grated on the teacher’s nerves, but Angie, with a glint in her eye, promised to make it worth his while. She promised to be a bad girl, to show him just how talented her mouth could be.

Intrigued, the teacher relented. Angie, with a sultry smile, approached him. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the bulge growing in his pants, evidence of his desire. She licked her lips, ready to show him just how good she could be.

With deliberate slowness, she unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. It sprang out, hard and eager. Angie grinned, wrapping her small hand around the shaft. She stroked him gently, feeling the heat and the pulsing veins beneath her fingers. Her teacher let out a soft groan, his hips twitching.

“You like that, don’t you?” Angie purred, leaning in. She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty pre-cum. The teacher’s breath hitched, his hands clenching at his sides. Angie smiled, then took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, deeper.

Her head bobbed, her lips tight around his shaft. She sucked him like a pro, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing. The teacher’s moans filled the room, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth. Angie took it all, her eyes watering, her pussy growing wet with her own desire.

With a final, deep thrust, the teacher came, his hot load spilling into Angie’s mouth. She swallowed, her throat working as she took every last drop. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She had shown him her talent, and now, she would get her break.

Angie stood, licking her lips clean. The teacher, spent and satisfied, nodded. “Take your break, Angie,” he said, his voice ragged. Angie smiled, turning away, ready to rest and ready to dance again. She had earned it, after all.