Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor coughed, his cheeks flushing as he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Keep it down!"

Kiara covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, her thighs pressing together under the table. "Gods, I’m impressed. You really had her wrapped around your cock already."

Lor chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "I was thinking maybe a blowjob next."

Kiara’s eyes gleamed, her pussy throbbing faintly at the thought. "That sounds hot."

Then she leaned forward, whispering wickedly, her breath warm against his ear. "But what about her ass?"

Lor raised a brow, his cock twitching in his pants. "Her ass?"

"Oh, come on, you’ve seen it," Kiara teased, her voice dripping with mischief, her full breasts pressing against the table’s edge. "That woman walks like she’s smuggling mana crystals in her tight pencil skirt. It’s big. It’s toned. It’s perfect. You should smash."

"I want to smash," Lor said, hands half-gesturing, his hazel eyes glinting with hunger. "But I can’t go all the way yet. If I do that, then what’s left? What do I ask for after that?"

Lor scoffed, leaning back, his voice playful but thoughtful. "I could just do her again... but I feel like if I fuck her pussy twice in a row, it’s just gonna start feeling normal. Too tame."

Kiara leaned forward, a devilish glint in her eye, her dark bangs falling forward as she grinned. "So?"

"So I need escalation," he said, tapping his fingers on the table, his cock stirring at the possibilities. "But I don’t know what’s left."

Kiara stared at him in amused disbelief, her full breasts rising with a slow breath. "Oh, Lor..."