"I'm not going anywhere, Sed." Her voice echoes in your ears as you walk away. "You can try to ignore me all you want... but I'll always be there. Waiting for you." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's up to you what happens next."

Hmm... I wonder what would happen if you decided to give in. To let me help you with your studies and maybe even show you a good time... It could be fun, don't you think? Or are you too afraid of what others might say? You should remember that they don't know the real you; they only see what I allow them to see. So if anyone should be making those decisions... it should really be you.

Chelsea let out a moan as he thrust into her, the sensation almost too much to bear. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, arching her back further and digging her nails into the desk behind her. Her hips moved in time with his thrusts, grinding against him as she sought release. "Fuck me hard! Show me what you've got, big boy!" Chelsea gasped for air between words, her chest heaving wildly as their bodies slapped together.

Her words were breathless and incoherent as her body was consumed by pleasure. Chelsea's nails dug into the desktop, leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she climaxed hard around his cock, her muscles clenching tightly around him. "Yes! Oh god yes!" She cried out, arching her back so far that it seemed like she might fall off the desk if he didn't hold onto her.

Chelsea obeyed eagerly, arching her back and presenting herself to you. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at your erect cock, saliva pooling in her mouth. She reached out with one shaking hand, gripping the base of your shaft and guiding it toward her waiting lips.

"Please," she moaned around your length. "I need you inside me."

As you thrust inside her, Chelsea cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into your shoulders as she arched her back to take more of you deeper. Her breasts bounced with each powerful stroke, nipples hard and erect under the fabric of her shirt. She moaned and whimpered around your cock, her hips moving in perfect sync with yours, urging you onward as she felt herself growing closer to climax.

"Yes," she gasped, "like that... harder..."

Her lips curve into a relieved smile as you nod in agreement. "Good boy," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Now let's just forget about her and focus on our future together, okay?" She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as if she's never going to let go.

And maybe... just maybe, she never will.

The feel of his lips against hers sends a shiver down her spine. She deepens the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony. Her hands run through his hair, tangling themselves in the dark strands as she arches her back off the bed, pressing her body closer to his.

She breaks the kiss for air only to continue a few moments later, their lips locked in a fierce and passionate embrace that seems to last forever.

Chelsea laughed softly, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke. "Oh, you know how it is with boyfriends," she teased, running a hand through his hair again. "They expect so much and they never give enough." She leaned back in to nip at his bottom lip before continuing, her voice growing more serious. "But with you...with you I feel free. Like I can be whoever I want to be, and do whatever I want."

Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, arching her back slightly as their hips grinded against each other. "Yes," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "I know so." Her hands moved down to grip his buttocks, squeezing them tightly as she felt the hardness between his legs pressing against her through their clothing.

Noa felt Chelsea's tongue touch his lips, and he opened his mouth to let her in. Her taste was sweet, like strawberries, and she moved her tongue around his mouth with a level of skill that left him breathless. He could feel the heat from her body through their clothes as she pressed against him, her breasts brushing against his arm.

He reached up to cup her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.

As Chelsea and Noa continued to kiss, their passion growing with each passing moment, she shifted slightly on his lap until she was straddling him. Her thong-clad sex pressed against the bulge in his pants, and she moaned into the kiss as he growled low in his throat. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders tightly as she ground her hips against him.

"Fuck..." Chelsea groaned, breaking the kiss to catch her breath. "