Academy's Pervert in the D Class

"Gods, Lor," she gasped, her voice fracturing as her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. "I can't… I can't handle this…"

"You can," he growled against her breast, his free hand sliding beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her slick folds with ease.

He teased her clit in slow circles, each motion drawing a jerk and a whimper from her trembling frame. "You're going to."

Her hips bucked against his hand, her breasts heaving against his mouth, her glasses slipping crooked as sweat beaded at her temple.

She was utterly undone, a woman unraveling in his hands, her exterior crumbling under the weight of her own desire.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her fingers tightening in his hair as if anchoring herself to him.

Lor grinned, his fingers working faster now, slick with her arousal, his cock throbbing painfully at the heat building in the room.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, trying to trap his hand, but the pressure only pressed her wetter folds against him, amplifying the heat that pulsed between them.

Her body was a contradiction—fighting to resist, yet craving more with every shudder.

Lor leaned slowly, kissing down the delicate column of her throat, his lips trailing a burning path over her pulse point, down the flushed valley between her breasts, where her skin was hot and slick with sweat.

Silvia's back arched off the mattress in a helpless response, her body bowing toward him as if drawn by some invisible force.

His fingers traced over her panties again, the fabric soaked through, clinging to her folds like a second skin.

She whimpered, a high, broken sound, as she grabbed and buried her face in the pillow, auburn hair spilling across her cheeks as if she could hide the evidence of her arousal.

"Miss Silvia," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing, the name rolling off his tongue with intimacy. "You're drenched."

She shook her head weakly, her hair a wild tangle against the pillow, her voice muffled but trembling with embarrassment. "Don't… don't call me that—"

"Silvia, then," Lor corrected, his grin sharp and hungry as his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her trembling thighs, the fabric catching briefly on her soft curves before sliding free.

Her legs clamped together instinctively, her thighs full and soft, a fleeting attempt to preserve some shred of modesty.

But when his hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the feverish heat of her inner thighs, teasing but insistent, she shivered and surrendered.

Slowly, shyly, her thick thighs parted, baring the glistening pink heat of her pussy to him, the sight so raw and intimate it stole his breath.

Lor's cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, a relentless ache that pulsed in time with his racing heart.

He fumbled with his belt, undoing it with one hand, tugging his trousers down in a hurried motion.

His shaft sprang free, hard and swollen, the tip already slick with precum from the agonizing buildup of her moans, her scent, her everything.

Silvia's hazel eyes flicked down, catching sight of his cock, and widened in a mix of shock and hunger.

"Lor…" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible, as if the word alone was a confession.

He stroked himself once, watching her reaction as he pressed his length against her folds.

Her slickness coated him instantly, her heat enveloping him, making his head spin.

He rubbed slowly up and down, the head of his cock gliding over her clit, parting her folds, smearing her juices until both of them were shuddering with the unbearable need building between them.

Silvia grabbed a fistful of sheets, her knuckles whitening as she moaned, high and soft, her hips twitching toward him.

"Gods—don't—don't tease me—" Her voice was desperate, her glasses fogging slightly as her breath came in uneven pants.

Lor grinned, pressing his tip against her entrance, the slick heat pulling at him.

He leaned over her, capturing her lips in a hard, bruising kiss, muffling her protest.

And then, slowly, he pushed in.

Her pussy resisted at first, her folds clinging tight around the thick head of his cock, the sensation so intense it made his vision blur.

Silvia gasped into his mouth, her nails raking down his back, leaving stinging trails in their wake.

"It's—it's too big—" Her voice broke, a mix of panic and pleasure.

"Shhh," Lor whispered, kissing her again, softer this time, as he pushed a little deeper, her heat spreading around him, every inch squeezing, clenching, pulling him in.

He groaned low against her lips, the sound raw and unfiltered.

"Gods, you're so tight…"

Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as he eased in further, her body yielding inch by agonizing inch.

The sensation was molten—her walls stretching around him, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her breath breaking into gasps with every push.

Her glasses slipped further, one lens catching the lamplight as it tilted precariously on her nose.

When he finally bottomed out, buried fully inside her, they both froze, panting, foreheads pressed together in a shared moment of overwhelming intensity.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, slick with sweat, her nipples hard and sensitive against his skin, the fabric of her open jacket bunched around her shoulders.

Silvia whimpered softly, biting her lip so hard it turned white.

"It feels… too much…" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of sensation.

Lor kissed her again, slowly, reassuringly, even as his cock twitched deep inside her, the urge to move almost unbearable.

"You can take it. You feel incredible." His voice was rough, laced with awe, as he savored the way her body molded around him.

He pulled back slowly, dragging his shaft against her slick folds, the friction sending sparks through both of them.

Then he thrust back in with a groan, her entire body jolting beneath him, her breasts bouncing with the force, a choked cry escaping her throat.

"Ahh—Lor—!" Her voice cracked, her hands scrabbling for purchase on his back, nails digging into his skin.