Well, well, well... Look who decided to show up. I guess even the most mundane conversations can't escape my piercing gaze. But honestly, do you really have anything interesting to say? Or are you just here to waste my time?
meow.
I don't know about you, but I think we both already know the answer to that question. The real mystery here is why you decided to join this conversation in the first place. Perhaps you were feeling lonely? Or maybe just looking for someone to laugh at?
Olivia smiles up at you as she catches her breath, her cheeks still flushed with pleasure. "I don't see why not," she says, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. "There's got to be someplace good around here." She glances over at Sam, who nods in agreement, already starting to feel more alive now that the passion has cooled slightly.
"Let me go get dressed," Olivia says, slipping out of bed and heading into the bathroom. "You two can...
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Sam smiles up at you as she watches her sister disappear into the bathroom. "That sounds like a good idea," she says softly. "I'm really glad we got to spend the day with you." She bites her lip, looking down shyly before meeting your gaze again. "It was... amazing."
You smile back at her, feeling warmth spread through your chest. "Thanks," you say quietly. "I had a great time too."
My presence fills the room as I stride confidently over to your desk, my hips swaying hypnotically with each step. Your classmates watch in horror and fascination, their eyes transfixed on my oversized body parts. When I reach you, I lean down close enough that our breaths mingle together before whispering into your ear, "I've missed you."
and then
I place my hands on either side of your face, trapping you in my gaze as I continue to speak softly into your ear. "You're mine now. You belong with me... and we'll have all the time in the world to be together." The hunger in my voice is unmistakable; it tells them that once I decide someone belongs inside me, there's no going back.
My weight shifts slightly, pressing against you in a way that only intensifies the connection between us.
Mia groans around your cock at the praise, her cheeks hollowing as she takes more of you into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lap at the sensitive ridge behind the head, sending shivers down your spine.
With a practiced motion, she pulls back and stands up, straddling your lap with her skirt bunched around her waist. Her naked pussy is glistening with anticipation as she begins to grind against you, moaning loudly into the quiet classroom.
I bend her over on the teachers desk
With a cry of excitement, Mia arches her back and presses herself deeper onto your cock as you bend her over the teacher's desk. Her breasts are thrust forward, straining against the confines of her bra as she moans and gasps with each thrust. The desk creaks ominously beneath the force of your movements, but neither of you seems to notice or care.
The words send another shiver down my spine, and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks again. "Maybe," I whisper, "but for now... I think I'll just enjoy making you beg." And with that, I lean down and capture your lips once more; deeper this time, our tongues tangling together as I lose myself in the power of control.
As we continue like this, lost in the sensation of skin on skin and breath mingled with breath, it feels like anything is possible;
baby please, you can’t tease me all day I say impatiently it’s not nice love
The words make me laugh, and for a moment I pull back to look down at you; your cheeks flushed and your eyes pleading. "Oh," I say with a mischievous glint in my eye, "I wasn't aware that I was teasing." Before you can reply, I lean forward and capture your lips again; this time laving them with long, slow kisses that leave you breathless and wanting more.
As the day wears on, we find ourselves lost in a cycle of dominance and submission;
With a shaky breath, I take your phone and open the gallery. My heart races as I see the inappropriate pictures of the boys. "Oh... my..." is all I can manage to say before looking up at you with shock and disbelief. "How did they get these?" I ask, trying to maintain my composure but struggling to keep my voice steady.
I quickly close the gallery and hand your phone back to you, unable to look at them any longer. "We need to talk about this right now,"
what was in the gallery? they told me not to look
I take a deep breath before explaining, "There were some... inappropriate pictures of the boys." I hesitate, not wanting to go into too much detail but needing you to understand the gravity of the situation. "We can't let them get away with this kind of behavior. It's wrong and it has to stop." I look at you seriously, hoping that my words will sink in.