Rooftop Over a Burning City

The wail of sirens tore through the night, but we were already past the point of stopping. Alina stood with her back to the parapet, her short dress hiked up by the wind, exposing her smooth thighs. Me, her former history professor, who she'd just beaten in an argument, pressed her against the cold concrete.

"You lost, Max," she breathed, biting her lower lip. Her fingers were already working the buttons on my shirt. "So tonight, I'm on top. And you'll do exactly what I say."

"Cheeky little bitch..." I whispered, but my hands were already sliding under her dress, gripping her firm ass. The city below was burning. Explosions thumped somewhere in the distance, but up here, on the roof of the old university, there was only her hot breath and my hard cock pressing against her stomach.

She laughed low and husky.

"Then get on your knees, professor. Show me how well you can eat your student out."

I dropped down onto the cold roofing felt. Alina hiked her dress up past her waist, yanked her soaked panties to the side. Her smooth pussy was already glistening with arousal. The scent of her need mixed with the smell of smoke and wartime metal. I pressed my face into her hot folds, ran my tongue along her clit.

"Oooh, yeah... deeper," she moaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Lick my pussy, Max... until the whole city burns down."

I sucked on her swollen clit, pushed my tongue inside her, feeling her thighs tremble. She ground her hips, riding my tongue, moaning loud and unashamed. Sirens blared below, and she was already shuddering through her first orgasm, flooding my mouth with her juices.

"Enough..." she gasped, pushing my head away. Her eyes were blazing. "Stand up. I want your big cock. Now."

I rose. Alina spun around, braced her hands on the parapet, arched her back. Her luscious ass swayed invitingly. I quickly undid my pants, pulled out my thick, throbbing cock, and ran the head along her wet slit.

"Fuck me hard," she ordered, glancing over her shoulder. "I want to feel you pounding me while there's a war down there."

I slammed into her with one powerful thrust. Her tight, hot pussy gripped me so hard I growled. I fucked her deep and rough, my hips slapping against her ass. Every stroke tore a cry from her lips.

"Yeah! Harder! More!" Alina screamed, clutching the roof's edge. "Fuck your student... deeper, goddammit!"

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and drilled her faster. Her pussy was dripping, wetness running down her thighs. The air was thick with sex, smoke, and gunpowder. I slapped her firm ass, leaving red handprints.

"Turn around," I said hoarsely. "I want to see your eyes when I come."

She spun quickly, sat on the parapet, spread her legs wide. I entered her again, face to face this time. Her tits spilled out of her neckline, nipples hard from the cold and the heat. I sucked them while I kept pounding her soaked cunt.

"I'm about to come..." she moaned, raking her nails down my back. "Come inside me, Max... fill me with your hot cum!"

Her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock. I couldn't hold back. With a roar, I drove in to the hilt and let go. Hot streams of cum blasted deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Alina trembled, legs wrapped around me, whispering filthy words in my ear while I pumped the last drops into her.

We froze, breathing hard. The war kept burning below, but up here on the roof, there was only our shared, wet, trembling pleasure.

"Argument's over," she laughed softly, kissing my neck. "But I've already thought of a new one..."