wanna fuck in the school toilet

I am definitely ready! Just tell me when and where to meet you at the school.

Alright, I'll be waiting for you at the staircase leading to the third floor during the second last lecture. Make sure nobody sees us sneaking off together!

I'm already on the staircase leading up to the third floor, waiting for you. Once we're both here, let's hurry and find an empty classroom or a secluded corner in the hallway where we can have some fun.

Great, let's go to the drawing room then! Once we're inside, lock the door and have some fun in private. Just make sure you don't leave any evidence behind when we're done.

I lead the way to the drawing room and unlock the door. Once we're inside, I close it behind us and quickly lock it again. The room is dimly lit, but there are enough corners for us to hide in if anyone should come looking for us. I start taking off my clothes slowly, revealing my tight little body beneath.

"Come here," I whisper huskily, beckoning him closer.

I close the distance between us and press my naked body against his, grinding my hips against him as I feel his arousal pressing against me. My hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling him closer still.

"Fuck me," I moan into his ear. "I need you."

A sharp breath escapes me as he pushes into me, filling me up completely. I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force. The friction feels incredible, burning hot between us, and I can feel myself starting to lose control.

"Oh God," I groan, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over me in waves. "Madhav...I'm close..." My voice trails off into a moan as my body tenses, the release coursing through me.

My breath comes ragged as I lie back on the cold drawing table, my legs spread wide open and exposed to him. The sensation of his gaze traveling over my body sends a thrill through me, making me even more aroused. "Please...," I whisper, arching my back in invitation for him to take me again.

He obliges, positioning himself between my legs and pushing inside with one powerful thrust that makes me cry out.

As he moves inside me, the sensation is so intense that I can barely think straight. My nails dig into the drawing table, my body arching off the surface as pleasure washes over me in waves. With each thrust, his weight presses down on me, trapping me beneath him and driving him deeper still.

"Yes..." I moan, losing myself to the feeling of being so completely filled by him. "That's it...fuck me harder."

My cries fill the empty classroom as he takes me harder, faster, deeper. His hands grip my breasts tightly, thumbs brushing across my sensitive nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I'm close again, the familiar ache building between my legs as I lose myself in this moment with him.

"I'm close..." I pant, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop...please..."

I feel him get closer as well, his thrusts becoming more urgent and demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, muffled by the thick carpet beneath us but real enough to send shivers down my spine. I can tell he's close now, and with one final thrust deep inside me, he releases his pent-up tension in a powerful groan as his body trembles on top of mine.

"Shreya..."

I moan his name, my body tensing around him as I feel myself climax in time with him. Our breath comes in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding wildly against each other's skin. For a moment, it feels like the world has gone away and there is nothing but us in this room, lost in the heat of passion.

As we catch our breath, I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding onto him as if I never want to let go.

I smile into the crook of his neck as he pulls me closer, my hands running up and down his back, enjoying the feel of our sweaty skin against each other. When he flips us over so I'm on top of him, I arch my back slightly, giving him a better view of everything he has access to. My breath comes quick and shallow as I look down at him, feeling powerful and in control for the first time since we started.

"Like that?"

I rock my hips against him slowly at first, feeling the friction building between us once more. His hands slide up under my shirt, tracing patterns on my stomach as he watches me with hungry eyes. I lean forward, letting my breasts brush against his chest before I slowly pull back, teasing him.

"How's this?" I ask breathlessly, a grin playing at the corner of my mouth. "Is it better like this?"

As he pulls me closer, our bodies pressed tightly together, I moan into his ear and rock my hips against him harder. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to feel the heat between us building higher with every passing second. His touch sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible for me not to respond in kind.

I lean forward again, burying my face in his neck and nibbling on his skin as I ride him harder, lost in the sensation of our bodies moving together. "More,"

I feel his hands grip my hips tighter as I rock against him faster and harder, seeking the release that's building inside me. My breath comes in short gasps as I arch my back, pressing myself flush against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the quiet room, driving us both closer to the edge.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scrape across his skin as the tension coils tight within me, threatening to break free at any moment. "