Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor pulled out slowly, his cock slick and glistening with Silvia's wetness, the sensation sending a shiver through him as he gripped her hips firmly and flipped her over with a swift, practiced motion.

She gasped, flustered, her auburn hair spilling over her flushed face like a wild curtain, her full breasts bouncing free as she landed on her back, the mattress creaking beneath her.

"L-Lor—what are you—" Her voice trembled, caught between shock and anticipation, her hazel eyes wide and unguarded, her glasses long lost in the chaos of their frenzy.

"Changing things up," he growled, his voice low and rough with hunger as he pushed her flat onto the bed, pinning her shoulders briefly to keep her in place.

Her breath hitched, her cheeks blazing as he grabbed her thighs and lifted them high, folding her legs back until her knees pressed toward her shoulders.

The position spread her completely, baring her glistening pussy, stretched open and dripping with her arousal, her thick thighs trembling in his hands.

The sight was obscene, raw, and utterly intoxicating—her vulnerability laid bare, her body open and yielding to him in a way that made his cock throb painfully.

Her voice broke in a stammer, barely audible over the pounding of his pulse. "Gods—this—this is too much—"

He lined his cock up with her soaked entrance, the head brushing against her slick folds, and thrust in hard, burying himself deep in one fluid motion.

Her head snapped back against the pillow, a low scream escaping as his length filled her impossibly, stretching her tight walls in the folded position.

Her breasts bounced violently with the motion, her nipples hard and glistening with sweat, her entire body trembling under the intensity.

"Too much?" Lor grunted, grinding deeper, his cock stretching her walls wide, the heat and tightness almost overwhelming. "Or just what you wanted?"

Her answer came as a choked moan, her nails clawing at the sheets, her knuckles whitening as she fought to anchor herself.

Her thighs quivered against his shoulders, her back arching off the bed, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath as he drove into her again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, claiming her completely.

"Ahhh—Lor—" she gasped, biting her lip so hard it turned white, her hazel eyes rolling back as her pussy clenched desperately around him, milking his shaft with every movement.

The wet slaps of their bodies meeting filled the room, lewd and unrelenting, the sound mingling with the creak of the bed and the faint rustle of the sheets, now damp with their sweat.

Lor grinned down at her, leaning forward, pressing her thighs tighter to her chest as he hammered into her, the angle making every thrust hit deeper, harder.

She screamed softly into her hand, muffling herself desperately, her eyes glistening with tears of overwhelming sensation.

"Quiet, Silvia," Lor growled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Unless you want my mother to hear how much you're enjoying this."

Her face burned crimson, the shame only intensifying the heat in her eyes.

Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it all, her body overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.

"I—I can't—ahhh—" Her voice broke, fracturing into a whimper as she fought to keep quiet.

He spanked her thigh sharply, the crack echoing in the room, her flesh jiggling under his palm.

Her body jerked, her pussy clenching tighter around him, a fresh wave of slickness coating his cock.

"You can," he growled, his voice dripping with command. "You're my hot, dirty teacher, and you're going to take every inch."

Her pussy spasmed violently at his words, her clumsy, flustered dignity crumbling under the rough pounding.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, clutching desperately, her nails digging into his skin as her cries grew louder despite her efforts to stifle them.

"Lor—god—yes—"

He groaned, slamming harder, faster, his cock plunging deep into her soaked pussy, the bed rocking with every thrust.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her legs shaking against his shoulders, her entire body writhing under him, overwhelmed by the relentless rhythm.

"Lor—I—I can't—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her body teetering on the edge. "I'm going to—ahhh—"

Her climax tore through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, spasming violently as her juices spilled, soaking him further.

She screamed into his chest, muffling the sound as her thighs shook uncontrollably, her body bucking beneath him, her nails raking down his back in desperate, clawing arcs.

Lor gritted his teeth, thrusting through her orgasm, the tight, pulsing heat of her pussy pushing him to the brink.

His own release was building painfully, a coiling pressure he could barely contain, but her desperation, her need, kept him focused.

Silvia's hazel eyes met his, dazed and desperate, her auburn hair plastered to her flushed face, her lips parted as she panted.

Her voice came hoarse, breathless, but unmistakable, a plea that carried the weight of her surrender.

"Inside," she whispered, biting her lip, her eyes burning with need. "Cum inside me, Lor. Please—fill me—"

That broke him.

With a guttural growl, Lor slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed, spilling hot and thick inside her.

His hips jerked, load after load pouring into her tight pussy, filling her until it leaked around his shaft, a warm trickle seeping down the curve of her ass onto the sheets.

Silvia screamed softly, muffling it against his shoulder, her nails digging into his back as she felt the heat flood her, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

Her pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop, her thighs shaking as she clung to him.

When he finally collapsed against her, panting, her legs slid weakly down from his shoulders, trembling as they fell to the bed.

His cum seeped from her swollen pussy, trickling down her skin, pooling in the damp sheets beneath her.

Her breasts rose and fell against his chest, slick with sweat, her nipples still hard from the aftershocks.

Silvia's eyes were glazed, her lips parted as she panted, her voice barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling.

"…Gods, Lor," she murmured, her words thick with disbelief and lingering desire. "What… what did you do to me…"

Lor propped himself up on one elbow, his breath still uneven, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at her—flushed, disheveled, utterly ruined in the best way.

Her auburn hair was a tangled mess, her skin glistening with sweat, her body still trembling faintly from the intensity of it all.

But downstairs, the faint clatter of dishes reminded him of the risk—Mira, oblivious, moving about in the kitchen.

The thought sent a flicker of caution through him, but it was drowned out by the heat still simmering in his veins, the sight of Silvia's naked, trembling form beneath him.

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her temple, his voice low and teasing. "You asked for rough, Miss Silvia. I just gave you what you wanted."

Her cheeks flushed anew, her eyes flicking away, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at her lips, betraying the truth.