Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Vela hooked her fingers into the waistband of Maris's panties, tugging them down in one smooth motion.

The fabric slid down her thighs, catching at her knees, leaving her bare and exposed.

Maris gasped, her knuckles whitening against the sink's edge, her body trembling as Vela's hands spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy, slick with arousal.

Lor's breath caught, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt, the sight searing itself into his mind.

Vela leaned down, her face pressing between Maris's cheeks, her lips finding the wet heat of her pussy.

"Time for my breakfast." Her tongue licked slow, wet strokes, teasing the sensitive folds, pressing deeper, tasting her with a hunger that made Maris's knees buckle.

Vela's thumbs spread her wider, exposing every inch to her ravenous mouth, her tongue circling Maris's clit with a precision that drew a sobbing moan from the brunette's throat.

Maris cried out, muffling the sound against her own arm, her body shaking as she leaned further over the sink, her breasts pressing against the counter, her hips rocking back instinctively into Vela's mouth.

The wet, obscene sounds of Vela's tongue working her filled the kitchen, mingling with Maris's breathless moans, each one a fractured plea for more.

Lor's body shuddered, his cock aching with a need that bordered on pain.

The sight—the raw, forbidden intimacy of Vela devouring Maris, the brunette's trembling surrender—was too much.

His hand twitched toward his trousers, the urge to touch himself overwhelming, but he fought to stay still, to savor every second of the scene he'd orchestrated.

When Vela's tongue circled Maris's clit again, sucking gently, Maris sobbed out a moan, her voice breaking, her thighs quivering violently.

Lor couldn't hold back any longer.

His body shuddered, and a gasp tore from his throat, loud and unmistakable in the quiet morning air.

Both women froze.

Maris's panties dangled around her knees, the fabric swaying slightly.

Vela's face was still buried between her ass cheeks, her lips glistening with Maris's arousal, her green eyes snapping toward the window with a predator's sharpness.

Maris's head whipped around, her lips parting in horror, her blouse still open, her breasts heaving against the lace of her bra.

And there was Lor, wide-eyed, flushed, one hand clamped over his mouth as if he could take back the sound.

His heart thundered, his cock still hard, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

He'd planned for them to see him, to catch him in the act—it was part of the game, the push to send them far enough to be caught in the act.

But his expression sold the opposite: a boy caught spying on a secret he should never have witnessed.

Maris's breath hitched, her hands fumbling to tug her skirt down, her cheeks blazing with mortification.

Vela's eyes narrowed, her smirk returning, sharp and assessing, as she slowly straightened, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Well, well," she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "Looks like we have a naughty audience."

Lor stumbled back from the glass, his boots scuffing the grass, stammering, "I—I didn't mean—"

His heart pounded, but inside, his grin was waiting to break free, a wicked thrill coursing through him.

The door yanked open with a violent jerk, the hinges squealing as Vela's strong hand seized Lor's wrist, dragging him inside with a force that made him stumble across the kitchen tiles.

His breath caught, his boots slipping as she slammed him against the wall, the impact jarring his spine.

Her green eyes blazed down at him, sharp and furious, her muscles corded from her earlier workout, her sports bra straining against her chest.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?" she growled, her grip tight on his arm, fingers digging into his skin with a strength that made his pulse race.

Beside her, Maris adjusted her skirt, her cheeks burning a vivid crimson.

Her blouse hung half-open, the lace of her bra peeking through, her breasts heaving with every uneven breath.

Her eyes were wide with humiliation and terror, darting between Lor and Vela as she tried to compose herself, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric.

"I—I was just—" Lor stammered, shrinking under Vela's glare, his hazel eyes wide with feigned panic.

He let his shoulders slump, playing the part of a caught boy, even as his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, the thrill of being caught fueling his arousal.

"Why aren't you at the academy?" Vela snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass, her grip tightening. "Peeking in windows like some filthy pervert?!"

Maris winced, her hands fluttering to her chest as if to shield herself. "Vela, maybe don't—"

"No," Vela barked, her eyes never leaving Lor's.

"He was spying on us." She leaned closer, her breath hot against his face. "Do you have any idea what happens if you open your mouth about this?"

Lor swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes darting between the two gorgeous women.

"I wasn't—it's not like—" He took a shaky breath, forcing a flush into his cheeks, his voice trembling with nervous honesty.

"I was passing by. I heard noises. And when I peeked in… I saw… that."

Maris gasped, her hands flying to her face, covering her mouth as her blush deepened, her body trembling.

She turned away, gripping the counter for balance, her knuckles whitening.

Vela's grip tightened, her green eyes narrowing to slits.

"And what exactly did you see?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, a predator sizing up her prey.

Lor hesitated, letting his voice crack, as if the words were too much to admit.

"You. On your knees... Umm... It looked like you were eating her out?." He let his eyes drop, feigning embarrassment, his breath hitching for effect.

Maris made a strangled sound, her hands clutching the counter harder, her face buried in her palms.

Vela snarled, her fingers digging deeper into Lor's arm, but he cut in quickly, raising his hands in surrender.