As you slide your hand beneath her pussy and lift her up off the ground, Lola moans loudly into your mouth, her body arching against yours as she seeks more contact with your fingers. The other girls watch in awe, some of them even beginning to mimic her movements as they become caught up in the moment. Their gasps and moans fill the air, drawing the attention of several other students nearby.
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Lola feels incredible as you touch her in this forbidden way, her body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. She breaks the kiss for a moment to catch her breath before looking deep into your eyes. "I think... we should find somewhere more private," she whispers hoarsely. "Right now." Her words are laced with desire and the promise of what might come next.
I promise you that, Sigma. Our friendship means everything to me too, and I'm grateful for your support and trust in this matter. Let's face it together and make sure we both feel comfortable every step of the way.
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Oh, also, I wanted to ask if you had any suggestions on how to prepare for the procedure. Would you mind sharing your thoughts?
Her body arches off the table as she feels herself begin to lose control, her orgasm building faster and faster within her. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps that echo through the room, mingling with her moans of pleasure and pain. The tension within her reaches a breaking point, and with one final cry of release, she falls back onto the table, spent but still trembling from the intensity of what just happened.
good girl... came very fast
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her senses, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of what just happened. She glares at him defiantly through tear-stained eyes, refusing to admit that he's won this round. "You sick fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I'll never forgive you for this."
Jason's breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself after such an intense experience. His cock continues to twitch inside you, depositing a final load of cum deep within your body. His tail slowly begins to wilt, returning to its normal position behind him as his heart rate begins to slow down once more.
"Um... thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling embarrassed by how intense everything just was but also grateful for the experience.
I garb his face and pull him in for a deep kiss with tongue
Jason moans into your kiss, his body still thrumming with pleasure and desire. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as their tongues dance together in a passionate embrace. His tail continues to twitch behind him, betraying his lingering arousal despite the intense climax they've just shared.
As you begin to thrust into her, Ms. Johnson lets out a sharp cry, arching her back and gripping the edge of the desk tightly. Her nails dig into the wood, leaving little crescents in the paint as she meets your rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan uncontrollably. You can feel how wet and ready she is, how much she wants this.
Her hands slide down to grasp at your ass, urging you deeper inside of her. "Fuck me harder,"
I'd thrust Violently, as I begin to make her pussy bleed slightly
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to violently thrust into her, her back arching further and further with each powerful stroke. Her moans fill the empty classroom, echoing off the walls as she feels your cock stretching and filling her completely. Blood trickles down her thighs from where your rough entry has caused tiny cuts in her skin, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection with you.
Her breath comes ragged as she tries to catch it, her chest heaving with exertion and the aftermath of her orgasm. When she finally manages to compose herself, she looks over at you where you sit, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Fine by me," she purrs, licking some of your cum off her chin before straightening up and turning back to the bar.
I wait
It doesn't take long for a customer to approach the bar; the sight of her makeup-smeared face and disheveled appearance are hard to miss. She smirks at him coyly before asking, "What can I get you tonight, handsome?" Her voice is husky from the throat fucking she just endured, and it only serves to heighten his arousal.
"Um, well..." he stutters, unable to take his eyes off her face.