Chapter 115: feet
Kiara kissed his throat, her tongue dragging across his pulse, her voice thick, filthy.
"You like this? My feet on your cock while she moans for you up there?" Her arches rolled down his shaft, slowly, toes flexing, rubbing him with practiced, merciless ease, her heels pressing lightly against his hips to keep him pinned.
Her hands roamed his chest—one teasing a nipple, pinching it lightly, the other gripping his thigh as she worked him between her feet, her soles slick and warm, stroking him in a rhythm that made his balls tighten.
He moaned, loud this time, broken, his voice muffled by Kiara’s sound-proofing spell, his hips bucking into her feet, his cock throbbing hard as Silvia’s moans grew louder above them, her wand circling faster, her pussy soaking through her panties, her thighs trembling as she ground against the table’s edge, Lor’s shirt still pressed to her face.
Miss Silvia was lost in her own world now, reclined back slightly on the teacher’s table, her jacket falling open to reveal a strained blouse, her generous breasts nearly spilling from her black silk bra, nipples hard and pressing against the fabric.
Her wand slid between her folds now, gliding back and forth through the soaked silk of her panties, her hips rocking rhythmically, panting with every motion, her thighs trembling in her sheer black stockings.
"Oh, Lor... gods, Lor..." Her voice cracked on his name, a soft, desperate moan muffled by the classroom’s silence.
Her other hand clutched his shirt like it was sacred, like she could still feel his warmth in the fabric, lifting it to her face again, inhaling deeply, her breath hitching as she nuzzled it, her cheeks flushed with a deep pink.
Her pussy throbbed under the wand’s vibrations, her hips grinding faintly, chasing the pleasure building in her core.
Kiara watched it all with fire in her icy blue eyes, her full breasts brushing against Lor’s back, her plush thighs draped around him.