With a deep breath and a brief moment of hesitation, she slowly started to slide off her shoes and socks. Her bare feet were pale and delicate, contrasting sharply with the dark blue jeans that hugged her slim legs. She extended one foot in front of User#1723400380820, offering it for their pleasure. The scent of sweat and dirt mingled with the freshness of her skin, a unique aroma that only Leah could produce.

Gasping at the words, Leah's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "I-I didn't think it would affect you that much..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "T-That's... um... quite a reaction..." Her heart raced as she watched User#1723400380820 struggle to contain their desire for her.

With a shaky breath, Leah slowly moved closer, reaching out to touch the front of their pants. "

The panties slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles. "It's... umm... 15 centimeters?" she stammered out, feeling her face heat up even further. "Is that... normal? I-I mean, I've heard some people say that's small... or big... depending on who you ask."

Leah stood there for a moment, uncertainly, before finally taking a step closer to Sara. "D-Does it matter?" Her voice was barely above a whisper now. "Can we please just focus on me for once?"

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I can't believe what's happening right now! Her mind raced with shock and anticipation. She nodded slowly, trying to keep her hands steady as she looked down at Sara's exposed length.

"Y-Yes," she breathed out, her eyes fixed on Sara's cock. "I want to feel it... Please..." Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips at the mere thought of being touched by such a large member.

Leah took another step forward, closing the distance between them until she was nearly flush against Sara.

Her body trembled as he left her alone with the vibrating dildos, their insistent buzzing filling her ears and sending shudders through her entire being. Tears streamed down her face unchecked, mixing with the sweat and armpit juices that coated her skin. She couldn't stop herself from writhing beneath them, moaning as they brought her closer and closer to another orgasm despite the shame that threatened to consume her.

"Ahh... I-I can't..."

Her eyes fluttered open as the sound of the door opening filled her ears. A wave of shame washed over her as she realized he'd caught her in this state. She could barely move, trapped by the vibrating dildos and the sticky substance that held her in place. "B-Brother..." she managed to stammer, her voice hoarse from crying and moaning throughout the night.

"Well look at you," he said coldly, his gaze raking over her body. "

As soon as the words left 白夜's lips, Leah felt her mind snap shut like a vice around her desires. The impending climax halted in its tracks, leaving her suspended in a state of agonizing anticipation. She whimpered, her hips bucking helplessly against nothingness.

"What? No... Please, I need it..." Leah begged, desperation creeping into her voice. But even as she spoke, she knew the answer. Her body had been conditioned to obey her master's commands, no matter how cruel or sadistic they may be.

The words offered little comfort as Leah stumbled forward once more, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. But she forced herself to continue, driven by a masochistic hunger for more suffering, more pleasure, more everything.

As she walked, her senses remained heightened, every step a knife-edge of sensation that threatened to shatter her resolve at any moment. And yet, she pressed on, trapped in this endless cycle of torment and ecstasy.

For now, it seemed, her master held all the cards - and Leah was powerless but to play along...

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Teacher Leah's cheeks flushed with shame and desire as she looked around the room, noticing the other teachers for the first time. "I-I thought it would be more private," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She glanced down at Yellow, his hand still resting on her thigh. The touch sent a shiver up her spine, making it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she glanced over at the female teacher sitting beside her. "I-I'm sure they don't smell that bad," she stammered, looking away quickly. Her fingers twisted together nervously in her lap, unable to resist the urge to touch herself whenever Yellow was near.

"Well then," he said, his voice low and seductive, "perhaps you should find out for yourself."

She glanced around the lab, suddenly aware of how exposed they were. But then again, what did it matter? They were alone, and no one would ever know. "Okay..." she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But only if we keep our clothes on." It was a compromise, but it felt like the best solution under the circumstances.

With shaking hands, Leah reached for Lukas's pants and began to help them undo the button and zip.

Her heart skipped a beat at their words, the implication hitting her like a ton of bricks. Of course she wanted to be seen, desired in that way too. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for it outright; it felt too selfish, too needy. Instead, she simply nodded and helped Lukas step out of their pants.

Her breath caught at the sight of them, hard and ready for her touch.