Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor slid his other hand lower, past the curve of her hip, his fingers brushing the damp heat between her thighs through the thin fabric of her panties.

Eva moaned into his mouth, a desperate, muffled sound, her legs trembling as she pressed herself against his palm, seeking more.

The fabric was slick, clinging to her folds, and he could feel the heat radiating from her, the pulse of her arousal matching his own.

She retaliated, her fingers sliding down his stomach, tracing the line of muscle there with a tentative touch that grew bolder with every second.

Her hand brushed his bulge, hesitant at first, then firmer as she rubbed him through the briefs, her palm pressing against the hard length of him.

Lor groaned louder, his hips grinding against her hand, the friction sending sparks through his veins, his cock throbbing with need.

The air was thick with their panting, their bodies pressed close, heat radiating between them like a furnace.

Their underwear clung damply to their skin, the fabric sticking, teasing, amplifying every touch.

The scent of her arousal—musky, intoxicating—mingled with the faint lavender in the air, driving Lor's senses wild.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, his voice husky, rough with desire.

"Which one first?" His gaze flicked down to the toys lying forgotten on the floor, their polished surfaces catching the candlelight like promises waiting to be fulfilled.

Eva shivered, her breath shaky, her eyes darting to the array of shapes.

With trembling fingers, she reached out and picked up a slender, curved rod, its surface smooth but for a subtle ridge near the tip, designed to press against that sensitive spot inside.

She held it tightly, her knuckles whitening, then pressed it into his hand without meeting his gaze, her cheeks burning brighter.

Lor's cock twitched violently as he curled his fingers around the warm wood.

He could feel her trembling through the contact, her nerves and desire intertwined.

He pressed the toy between her thighs, the cool wood grazing against the damp heat of her panties, sliding slowly along the fabric. Eva whimpered, her body jerking slightly, her hips pressing instinctively forward, seeking more.

He teased her for a moment, dragging the tip along the outline of her folds, letting the pressure build as her breaths grew shorter, more desperate.

"Ready?" he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, but laced with a hunger he couldn't fully hide.

She gave the faintest nod, biting her lip so hard it turned white, her eyes wide and glistening with a mix of shame and anticipation.

Lor slid the toy past the edge of her panties, nudging the fabric aside until the smooth tip grazed her wet entrance, slick and warm.

Eva gasped sharply as her body tensed.

He moved slowly, guiding the toy forward, letting it spread her inch by inch, the wood gliding smoothly against her arousal.

Her head fell back, a moan spilling from her lips, raw and unrestrained, as her body opened around the toy, her walls clenching instinctively.

Her thighs trembled, her breaths coming in ragged bursts, and Lor watched, transfixed, as her face contorted with pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes fluttering shut.

He pushed the toy deeper, angling it to press against that sensitive spot, and she cried out softly, her hips rocking forward to meet each slow thrust.

He kept the pace languid, savoring every sound, every shudder, letting the moment stretch.

"Lor—" Her voice cracked, a fragile mix of plea and moan, her green eyes half-lidded and glistening in the candlelight.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he guided her hips down with steady hands, fingers splaying across the curve of her waist.

"Let it in. Let it fill you." His words were soft but commanding, laced with a heat that made her shiver.

Her head tipped back, throat exposed, mouth falling open as the polished curve sank deeper, stretching her walls with a delicious fullness that made her toes curl against the floorboards.

Each shallow thrust drew a ragged cry, the sound raw and unguarded, echoing softly in the quiet room.

Her body rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation, her arousal coating the toy in a slick sheen.

Lor pumped it slowly, savoring the way her breath quickened, each exhale a shaky whimper.

Her panties, pushed aside, were darkened with wetness, clinging to her swollen folds, the fabric outlining every curve of her arousal.

Her bra straps slipped from her shoulders as she writhed, the creamy lace barely containing the swell of her breasts, which bounced softly with each measured thrust of the toy.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered, his voice hot and low against her ear, his breath teasing the sensitive skin there.

Eva nodded frantically, words failing her as the first tremor hit—her walls fluttering wildly, her thighs clamping tight around his hips, her back arching until the lace of her bra strained against her hardened nipples.

"Ach..ckhhah!" She came with a choked moan, her body convulsing around the toy, wetness spilling in a hot rush down her inner thighs, soaking the floor beneath her.

Lor grinned, his eyes dark with hunger as he pulled the toy free, slick and shining in the candlelight, dripping with her arousal.

"That was one," he murmured, his voice husky with promise. "We're just getting started."

Her chest heaved, sweat glistening on her flushed skin, painting her in a golden sheen under the flickering light.

But instead of retreating into the haze of her climax, Eva reached shakily for another toy—thicker, heavier, carved with spiraling ridges that gleamed with a faint oil sheen.

She placed it in his hand without looking, her face hidden behind a curtain of blue hair, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and defiant need.

Lor's cock twitched at the sight of her trembling fingers, the weight of the new toy heavy in his palm.

With a grin and no delay, he pressed it to her slit, circling slowly, teasing the sensitive folds until she whimpered, her hips jerking forward.

Then he pushed, the ridges dragging against her soaked entrance, parting her inch by torturous inch until her gasp turned into a throaty cry.

Her body betrayed her, hips rocking to meet the intrusion, craving the stretch despite the intensity.

He worked it deeper, slower, twisting just enough to grind the grooves against her swollen clit, drawing out every shudder, every gasp.

Eva's hands flew to his arms, clutching hard, her nails biting into his skin as her breath broke into desperate, uneven pants.

Her thighs quivered, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself together under the onslaught of sensation.

She came again, harder this time, her thighs shaking violently, her juices dripping onto the wooden floor in a soft patter.

Her cry was louder, unrestrained, her back arching as her walls clamped around the toy, pulsing with release.

Lor withdrew it with a slick pop, the ridges glistening with her arousal in the candlelight.

Eva collapsed against his chest, trembling, her lips brushing his collarbone as she panted, her breath hot and uneven against his skin.

Her body was a furnace, radiating heat, her scent—musky and sweet—filling the air around them.

But after a beat, she slid to her knees, her movements slow and expecting despite the tremor in her limbs.

"Eva?" Lor started, his voice rough with arousal, but she was already tugging at his briefs, her fingers shaky but determined as she pulled them down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum, straining toward her.

She stared at it for a heartbeat, biting her lip, her blush spreading down her throat in a rosy wave.

Then she wrapped her hand around him, tentative at first, her fingers cool against his burning skin, then firmer, stroking with a slow, uniform rhythm that made his breath hitch.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip, soft and teasing, before parting to take him into the wet heat of her mouth.

Lor groaned, the sound low and feral, his hips bucking as her tongue circled clumsily at first, then with growing confidence, sliding along his shaft.

Her mouth was warm, slick, enveloping him inch by inch as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.

She looked up through her lashes, her green eyes gleaming with a mix of shyness and hunger, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, spit dribbling down her chin in a messy, obscene trail.

Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, her fingers slick with her own saliva, teasing the sensitive skin until his groans grew louder, more desperate.

"Fuck, Eva…" he hissed, his hand tangling in her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands, careful not to pull too hard but unable to resist guiding her rhythm.

She whimpered around his cock, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through him, making his eyes roll back.