Academy's Pervert in the D Class

"Ahhh—gods—it's—" Her voice broke, her glasses sliding further down her nose as sweat beaded at her temple.

Lor gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to slam her down, his hands steadying her hips.

"Slow," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You'll tear yourself apart."

"I… I don't care…" she moaned, easing herself lower, the tight ring of her asshole stretching around him inch by agonizing inch.

Her face twisted, her hazel eyes wet with tears of intensity, but she kept pushing, her hungry ass swallowing more of his cock with every shaky breath.

Lor groaned, his hands guiding her descent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

"Fuck—you're so tight—" The molten heat of her was overwhelming, gripping him like a vice, every inch a battle of resistance and surrender.

Her tits bounced under her jacket as she sank deeper, her moans breaking into muffled cries she buried against his neck to keep from being overheard.

"Lor—ahhh—it's burning—" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her body trembling as she bottomed out, his cock fully buried inside her ass.

She clung to him, panting against his shoulder, her thighs quivering against his.

"I feel… so full… gods, Lor—" Her words were fractured, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation.

He grinned against her flushed skin, his hips rolling up into her, testing her response.

"Then ride me, Miss Silvia. Make your hole happy."

Her face twisted, half-mortified, half-aroused, but her hips began to move—awkward, clumsy bounces at first, her tight asshole dragging along his shaft, each movement drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Lor groaned, gripping her ass, spanking one cheek as she lifted and dropped onto him, the sharp crack making her jolt.

"Ahhh—Lor—don't—" she gasped, her body shuddering, but her hips kept moving, faster now, chasing the pleasure despite her protests.

"Don't what?" he teased, thrusting harder from below, his cock spearing into her tight ass.

Her tits bounced wildly under her jacket, her hazel eyes rolling back behind fogged glasses as her moans grew more desperate.

"Don't… make me… like it…" she gasped, her thighs trembling as she rode him faster, her ass clenching around him with each thrust, the sensation driving her to the edge.

The chair creaked under their frantic rhythm, the wet, lewd sounds of their joining barely masked by Silvia's muffled moans against his mouth.

Her body was on fire, sweat glistening over her flushed skin, auburn hair sticking to her neck as she bounced harder, her shame forgotten in the raw need of her hole being filled.

Lor grunted, slapping her ass again, the sound sharp and echoing, making her squeal softly into his chest.

"You already love it," he growled, his voice thick with hunger as he watched her unravel.

"I—ahhh—" Her words broke off, her whole body convulsing as her pussy dripped down her thighs, untouched but cumming just from the rough anal fucking.

Her asshole spasmed violently around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper with every clench.

Lor groaned, his own release surging, his hips jerking harder as the chair rattled beneath them. "Fuck—Silvia—"

"Inside," she whimpered, clinging to him, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Cum inside me again—fill me—"

That was all it took.

With a guttural growl, Lor slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt in her tight ass, his cock pulsing as he spilled hot inside her.

Load after load flooded her, the heat spreading through her as she gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body shuddering with the intensity.

When it ended, she slumped against him, trembling, his cock still buried in her, their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together.

Her auburn hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her glasses askew, one lens fogged from her ragged breaths.

Then Lor chuckled, the sound dark and edged with something dangerous.

"Guess all witches are slutty."

Miss Silvia's hazel eyes widened, her pupils contracting sharply in a heartbeat of stunned silence.

"You—" she whispered, her voice trembling, not with the shy hesitation of before but with something sharper, colder.

"You know."

A faint pinkish aura bloomed across her skin, shimmering up her thighs and arms, the same ethereal glow from Lor's nightmares—the spirit that had haunted him, drained him.

She tried to push off him, her hands shoving at his chest, but Lor's grip was iron, his muscles subtly enhanced by magic humming beneath his skin.

His fingers dug into her wrists, holding her down, his cock still buried deep inside her tight, trembling hole.

"Don't run," he said, his smirk sharp and unyielding. "Not after everything you've done."

Her aura flared, her form flickering with the faint outline of that curved silhouette—the spirit that had sucked him dry in dreamlike haze.

"You little bastard," she hissed, the clumsy teacher gone, replaced by something predatory, her voice cold and ancient.

"You were supposed to stay in the fog. You weren't meant to see through it."

Lor thrust up into her hard, making her gasp, her pink glow faltering as her body jolted.

"But I did," he growled, his voice low and accusing. "I see you now, Miss Silvia. The pink spirit that's been haunting me, draining me."

Her nails clawed at his chest, but his grip shifted on to her waist, forcing her to stay impaled on his cock, her walls clenching tighter with every movement.

"You think Kiara's any different?" she spat, her hazel eyes blazing with defiance. "Your girlfriend milks your lust every time, taking it into herself to grow stronger. That's what witches do. That's what I've done. And I won't apologize for it."

Lor's jaw clenched, her words stinging, but he thrust again, sharp and punishing, making her gasp despite her bravado. "No apology? After nearly choking the life out of me in my sleep?"

Her smirk twisted, confident and wicked, her pink glow shimmering brighter.

"You came every time, didn't you? Mouth-watering handjob, mind-breaking blowjob. I gave you release, Lor. You'd thank me if you were honest."