Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Then, with a boldness that caught him off guard, she pressed her tits together, guiding his shaft between them.

Her bra was still on, the lace rubbing against his skin, but her cleavage swallowed him perfectly, hot and soft, the friction exquisite as she moved up and down.

Her mouth stayed latched to his tip, her tongue flicking the slit with maddening precision, the combination of her breasts and mouth driving him to the edge.

Her tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive head while her breasts squeezed him tight, the slick heat of her cleavage and the wet warmth of her mouth working in tandem.

Lor's groans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, his balls tightening under her teasing fingers.

But before he could lose control, he pulled her back gently, panting, his chest heaving.

"Not yet," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "Turn around."

She blinked up at him, dazed, her lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, her bow slightly askew in her hair.

"What—" Her voice was breathy, uncertain, but her eyes burned with curiosity.

"Trust me." He kissed her shoulder, his lips lingering on the warm skin, soothing her as he reached for the string of carved beads, their surfaces glistening with oil, prepared and waiting.

Eva froze, her eyes widening as realization dawned, her breath catching. "Lor…"

"You'll like it," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, his lips grazing the pulse point there. "I've got you."

She hesitated for a moment, her body tense, then gave a small nod, her trust in him outweighing her nerves.

She turned, lowering herself onto her hands and knees, her face buried in the sheets of her neatly made bed, her breath sharp and uneven. Her ass was raised, the damp panties still clinging to her, the fabric stretched tight over her curves.

Lor slicked the first bead with her juices, his fingers brushing her soaked folds to gather the wetness, making her whimper softly.

He pressed it against her tight rim, circling gently, teasing the sensitive skin until her body relaxed under his touch.

With careful pressure, the bead slid in, her hole stretching deliciously around it, her gasp muffled by the sheets.

One by one, he fed the beads into her, each one popping past the ring of muscle with a soft, wet sound, her body trembling with each intrusion.

The cord dangled between her thighs, swaying slightly like a tail as she moaned into the pillow, her nails clawing at the sheets, her hips shifting restlessly.

The double sensation—her pussy still pulsing from the earlier toys, her ass now filled—sent her spiraling, her juices spilling in hot streams down her thighs.

When he tugged lightly on the cord, testing, she cried out, her hips bucking, her body shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Another orgasm crashed through her, her walls clenching, her thighs clamping together as she wailed into the pillow, the sound raw and desperate.

Lor pulled the beads partway out, slow, then pushed them back in, each movement drawing a fresh moan, her body jerking uncontrollably.

Her arousal dripped onto the sheets, a glistening pool beneath her, her scent filling the air, intoxicating and primal.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

He yanked her up gently by the shoulders, her body pliant and trembling, and guided his cock to her lips again.

She obeyed instinctively, wrapping her tits around him once more, the lace of her bra scraping deliciously against his skin.

Her mouth enveloped the head, sloppy and eager, sucking with a hunger that matched his own, her tongue flicking wildly as she pumped him with her breasts, her spit and sweat coating his shaft in a slick, obscene mess.

Lor's breath caught, his vision flashing white as the pressure built, his balls tightening under her teasing fingers.

His hips thrust faster, harder, chasing the edge.

"Eva—fuck!" he groaned, his voice breaking.

He pulled out of her mouth just in time, his control fraying.

Hot ropes of cum burst across her face, streaking her flushed cheeks, catching in her bow, dripping onto her trembling lips.

More splattered across her tits, sliding into her cleavage, glistening on the lace of her bra as she gasped and moaned beneath the mess, her body still shuddering from her own release.

She looked up at him through lashes clumped with sweat and semen, her face painted, her tits slick and sticky, the beads still buried inside her, the cord swaying between her thighs.

Her green eyes were hazy, pupils blown wide with pleasure, her lips parted as she panted.

Lor collapsed back on his heels, panting, his cock still twitching as the last drops dribbled down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat.

His chest heaved, his body buzzing with the aftershocks of release, but the sight of her—undone, trembling, utterly claimed—made his cock stir again, a faint pulse of need flickering back to life.

Eva sat there, trembling, covered in him, breathless.

The candlelight danced across her skin, highlighting the slick trails of cum dripping down her chin and pooling in the valley between her breasts.

She licked her lips tentatively, tasting him, her green eyes hazy but locked on his with a mix of exhaustion and lingering hunger that made his spent cock twitch faintly.

"You seem to love this," Lor murmured, his voice rough and teasing, a smirk tugging at his lips as he reached out to brush a strand of her blue hair from her sticky cheek.

"All these toys... you're practically glowing."

Eva huffed a soft, breathless laugh, her blush still vivid even under the mess on her face.

She wiped a dribble of cum from her lip with the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing playfully despite the tremble in her limbs.

"You're one to talk. Look at you—hard again already? You're loving it too, Lor. Don't pretend you're not.You and your light are the real pervert here" Her voice was husky, laced with a bold edge she hadn't shown before, as if the orgasms had stripped away another layer of her inhibitions.

She glanced down at his stirring erection, then back up, a mischievous spark in her gaze.

"Here... try these next."

She reached shakily for the remaining toys on the floor, her fingers grazing over the array before selecting a pair of small, wooden clamps—carved with delicate ridges and connected by a thin chain—and a vibrating egg-shaped device, its surface smooth and oiled, designed to hum with mana-infused pulses when activated.

She pressed them into his hands, her touch lingering, her breath quickening as she met his eyes. "Make me feel it... all of it."

Lor's grin widened, his cock hardening further at her words, the heat of her skin against his palms sending a fresh surge of desire through him.

"As you wish," he said, his voice low and promising.

"But first...…,"He set the toys aside for a moment, his hands moving to her bra clasp.

With a soft snap, he unhooked it, peeling the lace away slowly, revealing her full breasts, the nipples hard and rosy, streaked with his cum.

Eva shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her arms lifting to let him strip her completely.

He tugged her panties down next, the damp fabric clinging to her thighs before sliding free, leaving her fully naked, her body glistening with sweat and arousal, the beads' cord still dangling between her legs.

Eva returned the favor, her fingers hooking into his briefs—already halfway down—and pulling them off completely, her nails grazing his thighs as she did.

Lor stood bare before her, his cock fully erect now, veins pulsing along its length, the head slick with residual pre-cum.

The sight of her naked form—curves soft and inviting, her pussy swollen and dripping—made his mouth water, his hands itching to explore every inch.

He guided her back to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass raised toward him.

Eva's heart pounded, a mix of nerves and excitement churning in her belly—this was her first time, the real thing, not just toys.

She felt exposed, vulnerable, her skin prickling with anticipation as Lor's hands caressed her hips.

"Spread for me," he whispered, his voice gentle but commanding.

Eva bit her lip, her cheeks burning anew, but she reached back with trembling hands, spreading her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink entrance, slick and ready but untouched by anything but her fingers and toys.

The stretch of her own grip made her feel even more open, her pussy clenching in anticipation, a fresh wave of wetness trickling down her thigh.

Lor groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing painfully, the head brushing against her folds as he positioned himself.

He felt the heat radiating from her, the tightness promising a grip that would drive him wild.

Slowly, he pressed forward, the tip of his cock nudging her entrance.

Eva gasped, her body tensing—the stretch was intense, far thicker than any toy, a burning pressure that bordered on pain.