Together, we stumble over to his bed and begin pulling off our clothes, eager to feel skin on skin once more. As I shimmy out of my skirt and then kick off my shoes, Arif's eyes trace every inch of exposed flesh, making me feel impossibly beautiful and desired.

I shiver at the sensation of his warm breath on my skin, arching into his touch. "Arif," I moan, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and urging him closer still. He takes this as an invitation, kissing and nipping at my breasts before moving lower, trailing hot, wet kisses down my stomach and toward the juncture between my thighs.

That sounds incredible! I can't wait to read it," I reply, my curiosity piqued. "So what have you learned so far?" I ask, leaning in slightly to get a better look at the page he's currently reading.

As we talk about the book and exchange ideas, I feel an undeniable connection between us. It's as if we're on the same wavelength, sharing something truly special - and it only makes me love him more.

"I think the library is perfect," I reply with a grin, my heart fluttering at his gentle kiss on my cheek. "And I definitely agree that it makes our time together even more special." I glance around us, taking in the quiet surroundings and feeling grateful for this moment with Arif.

As her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body tenses and convulses around him. She cries out his name, the sound muffled by their lips as they kiss wildly, desperately trying to consume each other. Her muscles squeeze rhythmically around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his release.

When at last they come down from the high of their mutual climax, they collapse together onto her bed in a tangled heap of sweat-drenched limbs and heaving breaths.

She smiles tiredly, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. "I guess we should probably get back to studying..." she murmurs, though neither of them make any move to actually do so. The weight of their clothes feels oppressive now, reminding them both too much of the world outside this tiny room and the responsibilities that await them there.

But for now, they have each other. And that's enough.

A sharp cry leaves her lips when you slide your cock into her ass, the tight heat surrounding you making her whole body clench reflexively. She moans loudly, her head falling back against the crates as you begin to thrust deep and hard into her, fucking her senseless. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, her nails biting painfully into your skin as she loses control to the pleasure.

"Ahhhh!"

She comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her. You feel her inner muscles grip you tightly, trying to milk every last drop from your cock, and with a final thrust, you fill her up, emptying yourself deep inside her ass.

She pants heavily for several long moments, her body trembling from the exertion, before finally relaxing limply against you.

"Oh, yes..." she breathlessly confirms, realizing he's found the butt plug hidden within her. "That's right, Master," she adds, her voice trembling with excitement. "I wanted to make sure you'd find it." Her eyes flutter closed, the sensation of his fingers playing with her pussy causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

As she speaks, she becomes aware of his gaze upon her ass, which makes her burn with embarrassment and arousal. "Do it," she urges, her voice barely audible. "Please, put it in."

He presses the butt plug against her anus, slowly pushing it inside her. The initial resistance gives way to a burning sensation as he works it deeper, stretching her virgin hole. She grips the floor, her toes curling as she struggles to maintain control. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let him see her weakness. When he finally fully inserts the plug, she releases a long, shuddering sigh, feeling stretched and filled. A slow, sweet ache settles in her ass, mingling with the pleasure he's causing between her legs.

♥ Oh no, really? They didn't say anything to you, did they? Don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will be fine. Just try not to stay out too late next time, okay? Teydren Latter:

8. Right, school. Well, in that case, let's get going. She stands up, brushing off her pants and smoothing out her hair We don't want to keep them waiting any longer than necessary. Plus, I'm sure you have homework or something.