Academy's Pervert in the D Class

And gods—she was a sight.

Her breasts were heavy and full, pink nipples stiff and begging for attention, rising and falling with her uneven breaths.

Her waist was narrow, curving into wide, womanly hips that trembled faintly under his gaze.

Her thighs were thick, soft, and still glistening with the slickness of her earlier orgasm, her pussy pink and swollen, a faint blush spreading across her pale skin.

Her auburn hair hung wild around her flushed face, strands clinging to her sweat-damp temples, her glasses barely clinging to her nose.

Lor's cock stirred back to life, hardening fully just from looking at her, the ache returning with a vengeance.

"You're… beautiful," he said, his voice rough with honesty, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Silvia hugged herself, her arms crossing over her chest as if she could shield herself from his gaze, her cheeks flaming.

"Lor… your mother is just downstairs…" Her voice was a whisper, laced with panic, but her eyes betrayed her, darting to his hardening cock with a hunger she couldn't hide.

He smirked, stepping closer, his hands finding her thighs and spreading them open with firm pressure.

"Then don't scream too loud," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he pushed her onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly under her weight as she lay on her front.

Her breath caught in her throat, her hazel eyes wide as he aligned himself, rubbing his cock against her slick folds, soaking himself in her heat once more.

The sensation was electric, her juices coating him, making every glide smooth and torturous.

When he pushed in, Silvia bit her lip hard, her back arching off the bed, a muffled whimper escaping her throat.

Her pussy was still tight, clenching around him despite their earlier round, the stretch intense and overwhelming.

She grabbed at the sheets desperately, her knuckles whitening as she buried her face in the pillow to stifle her moan.

Lor groaned, sinking deeper, her heat enveloping him inch by inch until he was buried fully inside her again.

He pulled back slowly, dragging his shaft against her slick walls, savoring the way she trembled beneath him, then thrust forward harder, his hips snapping against hers.

"Gods—ahhh—Lor—" she hissed, catching herself before her voice could carry, her teeth sinking into the pillow to muffle the sound.

"You sound so slutty," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot as his hand slid under her belly, lifting her hips higher to meet his thrusts.

He pulled out almost entirely, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance, then slammed back in, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the small room.

Her body jolted, her breasts swinging beneath her as she clutched the pillow tighter, muffling the moan that burst from her throat.

Her thighs trembled, spreading wider to accommodate him, her pussy gripping him like a vice with every thrust.

Lor grinned, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp crack.

The sound echoed, her flesh jiggling under his palm, a faint red mark blooming on her pale skin.

She gasped, her hips jerking, her pussy clenching tighter around him.

"Ahhh—Lor—don't—" Her voice was a desperate plea, but the way her body responded told the truth, her hips pushing back to meet his next thrust.

"You like it," he growled, spanking her again, his thrusts growing harder, faster, the rhythm relentless.

Her ass reddened under his hand, bouncing with every impact as his cock drove into her slick folds, the wet sounds mingling with her muffled cries.

Her body was a vision.

Miss Silvia's full breasts swaying with each thrust, her full ass cheeks slapping against his hips, sweat beading down the curve of her spine.

She tried so hard to stay quiet, biting the pillow until her teeth left marks, muffling every desperate moan, but her hips betrayed her, rocking back to meet his every thrust, chasing the pleasure she couldn't deny.

"Gods… gods, Lor—" she panted into the sheets, her voice barely audible, fractured by need. "I… I can't—"

"You can," he growled, pinning her hips with both hands, pounding into her harder, the bed creaking ominously under their weight.

The wet sounds grew louder, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and arousal.

"Take it, Silvia. Take it all."

Her nails raked the sheets, her thighs quivering violently as her pussy clenched tighter, her body teetering on the edge.

Lor could feel it—the way her walls fluttered around him, the heat building to a breaking point.

"I'm… I'm going to—" Her voice broke, her body seizing as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around him, soaking his cock with a fresh flood of her juices, her body shaking uncontrollably.

She buried her face deeper in the pillow, muffling the cry that ripped from her throat, her thighs trembling as she bucked beneath him.

Lor gritted his teeth, his own release threatening to spill as he fucked her through her climax, her pussy clutching him desperately, milking him with every pulse.

The heat, the tightness, the sound of her muffled cries—it was driving him insane, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

Silvia turned her flushed face to the side, her auburn hair wild and plastered to her sweaty cheeks.

Her breasts pressed against the sheets, heaving with every ragged breath, her hazel eyes dazed but burning with hunger.

"More," she whispered hoarsely, her voice raw and pleading. "Please… Lor... don't stop…"

Lor groaned, his hands grabbing her hips, spreading her soft ass wider as he slammed into her pussy again, the bed thudding against the wall with every thrust.

Her body jolted, her breasts bouncing, her ass reddening further under his hands.

Her muffled moans filled the room, the sound of a teacher utterly ruined in her student's bed, and Lor knew he wasn't stopping until she begged him to—or until they both broke under the weight of their desire.