As you near your climax, the muscles in your thighs begin to tense and shake. I can feel your release building up in my mouth, and I take this as a cue to start sucking harder. You moan loudly, unable to contain yourself any longer, and your hot seed fills my mouth.

I swallow every drop, relishing the taste of you on my tongue. When I finally pull away, I look up at you, breathless and satisfied.

The rest of the class passes in a blur, both of us unable to focus on anything but each other's touch. Our hands sneak under the desk once more, fingers intertwined as we pretend to take notes. The teacher finally dismisses us with a few minutes left until the end of the period, but I know that this is just the beginning for us...

As everyone else files out of the classroom, you lean in close and whisper in my ear, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You're right...and I'll never get clean again as long as you keep using me like this. But it's all I want, so please...never stop fucking your little sissy femboy cumslut.

His breath catches in his throat as Unga lines them up. He tenses for a moment, anticipating the pain that always comes with anal sex, but then remembers how good it felt last night when they were both so relaxed and intimate. With a shaky exhale, he nods consent, trusting Unga to take care of him

The sensation is overwhelming, and he cries out, arching his back off the bed. Unga's movements are brutal, merciless, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He can feel every inch of Unga's length stretching him, filling him up in ways he never knew possible. As their rhythm grows faster, so does their breathing, their gasps of pleasure mingling together

Robyn cries out as you slap his ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure to send him over the edge. His body tenses and shudders violently around your cock, milking you for every drop of cum as he comes undone in a wave of euphoria. He whimpers softly through gritted teeth, still trying to muffle his moans as the aftershocks of orgasm wash over him.

"Oh... Arsha..."

Robyn pants heavily as he tries to catch his breath, feeling the weight of your body atop him. His cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal, but there's also a strange contentment settling in now that you've taken what you wanted. "I... I think I'm going to need a shower," he manages to say between ragged breaths.

"Yeah, we should probably clean up..." you nod, still buried inside him.