Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor smirked against her skin, his voice low and perverse, dripping with satisfaction. "See? You like even this."

Her body trembled in his arms, caught between shame, shock, and the undeniable shiver of pleasure that ran through her at his touch.

Her nails dug deeper into his back, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she clung to him, her face buried in his chest to muffle the desperate sounds spilling from her throat.

Lor's finger pressed deeper, slowly, exploring her with a careful precision, while his other hand stroked the curve of her hip soothingly, grounding her in the moment.

The contrast—the gentle reassurance of one hand, the wicked intrusion of the other—sent her spiraling, her body responding despite her protests.

Silvia whimpered, her voice fracturing as she clung tighter, her face pressed against him to stifle the sounds she couldn't hold back.

Her thighs trembled, her pussy still slick and sensitive, reacting to the new sensation with a fresh wave of heat.

Lor kissed her hair again, his voice a low, teasing purr. "Miss Silvia… I think class isn't over yet."

"Lor…" she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with hesitation. "That's… no… even I have never—"

"Exactly," he murmured against her neck, his lips brushing her hot, sensitive skin, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across her body. "That makes it mine first."

Her face flamed crimson, her eyes wide with shock as she stammered, "You… you can't mean…"

But the words faltered, her body betraying her with a subtle shift toward him.

Lor was patient, his touch calculated.

His hand slid lower, stroking the slick heat of her pussy, his fingers teasing her swollen clit until her body relaxed against him, her thighs spreading of their own accord.

Every time her muscles tensed, he soothed her with slow, sensual strokes, coaxing soft, helpless moans from her lips.

"See?" he whispered, pushing a finger just a little deeper into her ass, the tight ring yielding slightly under his gentle insistence. "Your body's opening for me."

She shivered, burying her face in his chest to muffle her sounds, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Gods… it feels… strange…" Her voice was a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, her body trembling with the unfamiliar sensation.

"Strange good," he teased, his fingers circling her clit again, drawing another whimper as her hips rocked subtly against his hand.

For long minutes, he worked her with a patient rhythm—one finger stretching her tight hole, then slowly a second, easing her open as she writhed and moaned softly, her face pressed against him to keep her sounds from carrying.

Her ass clenched around his fingers, fighting and yielding in turns, while her pussy soaked his hand, her arousal building with every touch.

Her breaths grew shorter, her moans more desperate, her body caught in a dance of resistance and surrender.

Finally, she gasped out, "Lor… it's too much… I can't…"

Her voice was fractured, her thighs trembling violently as she clung to him.

He smirked, pulling his fingers free with a slick sound, his cock aching hard between them, throbbing with need. "Then help me. Make it easier."

Her hazel eyes flicked up, wide and uncertain, but when he guided her down between his thighs, she obeyed, her movements hesitant but compliant.

Blushing furiously, Silvia wrapped her trembling hand around his shaft, still slick with her juices, and leaned down.

Her lips parted, hesitating for a moment before sliding over the thick head, her tongue swirling shyly as she sucked, coating him with her spit.

The taste of herself mingled with his precum, and her cheeks burned even hotter, but she didn't pull away.

Lor groaned, his fingers tangling in her auburn hair, guiding her gently but firmly.

"Good teacher… make it nice and wet." His voice was low, encouraging, laced with a teasing edge that made her whimper around his cock.

She obeyed, her mouth growing sloppier, saliva coating his length as she bobbed her head, her tongue working in tentative strokes.

Her lipstick smeared, her hazel eyes dazed as she glanced up at him, seeking approval.

When he pulled her back up, strings of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and his shaft, glistening in the lamplight.

"That's perfect," Lor whispered. "Now lay back."

She obeyed, breathless, spreading herself on the bed with trembling thighs, her body open and vulnerable.

Lor slid between them, grabbing her ass firmly in both hands, spreading her cheeks wide to expose her glistening pussy and the tight, twitching ring of her asshole.

Her skin was flushed, slick with arousal, and the sight sent a fresh surge of heat through him.

Her hands flew up to cover her face, her voice a desperate whisper. "Gods, Lor, don't look—"

"I'll do more than look," he growled, his voice thick with hunger as he pressed his cock against her asshole, rubbing gently, smearing the slick mix of her spit and arousal around the tight ring.

She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into the sheets as her body tensed. "Wait—ahh—it feels—"

"Relax," he murmured, kissing the soft skin of her thigh as he pressed a little harder, the head of his cock spreading her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

Her tightness resisted at first, then yielded with every shaky breath she took, her body opening to him.

Silvia cried out softly, muffling her face with a pillow to stifle the sound, her voice trembling. "It's—it's stretching me—"

Lor groaned at the molten tightness gripping him, his cock sinking deeper into her ass, the sensation overwhelming.

"Fuck, Miss Silvia—you're incredible…" His voice was strained, his hands gripping her hips to steady himself as he pushed further.

Her hazel eyes were wet, her teeth sinking into her lip as her breasts bounced with every small movement, her body squirming beneath him. "Lor… I don't… I don't know if I can—"

"You can," he grunted, pushing deeper, holding her legs up to spread her wider, her asshole clenching desperately around his thickness.

Her body trembled, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she adjusted to the intrusion.

Silvia's back arched violently, a muffled scream escaping into the pillow as he ground deeper, almost buried inside her. "Gods—ahhh—"

And then—footsteps.