Academy's Pervert in the D Class-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.

Her bare feet worked his cock faster, toes teasing the swollen head, then sliding her soles up and down his shaft, slick with pre-cum, the motion relentless and precise.

She kissed him again, deeper, hungrier, her nipples grazing his skin, her breath dancing over his ear as she whispered, "You’re not gonna cum just from this, are you?"

"Gods, I might," he groaned, hips twitching into her feet, his cock throbbing hard, the sensation overwhelming in the cramped space, heightened by Silvia’s moans above.

Kiara giggled low in her throat, her voice a sultry purr.

"Good."

She stroked harder, faster, her arches slick with his pre-cum, one hand toying with his balls, rolling them gently as she pressed kisses down his spine, her tongue flicking against his skin, leaving a trail of heat.

Silvia gasped suddenly—her back arching, her wand plunging deeper through her panties, the vibrations sending her thighs trembling.

She bit her lip hard, her generous chest heaving, face flushed red as she began to shake.

"I—oh—Lor—!" Her orgasm hit fast—violent—her legs quaking, her pussy gushing against the silk, soaking her stockings as she clutched his shirt to her face, breath catching in tiny, helpless sobs of pleasure.

Lor’s jaw dropped, his hazel eyes wide, his cock twitching harder in Kiara’s grip.

"Fuck me..." he breathed, stunned, his pulse racing at the sight of Silvia’s unraveling.

Kiara chuckled darkly, stroking his shaft with her feet as he trembled, her toes curling around the head, milking him with slow, teasing precision.

"Maybe later," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Right now, I want you to cum watching her."

And she squeezed his cock between her soles again, toes curling around the ridge, while Silvia let her wand slip from between her thighs, breathless and shuddering, still unaware of the two bodies right beneath her feet, her blouse half-open, one creamy breast spilling free, nipple hard and glistening with sweat.

Lor’s orgasm was close—painfully close, his balls tightening as Kiara’s legs flexed around him, her feet moving with sinful precision, slick soles gliding up and down his length, toes teasing the head, smearing his pre-cum with every stroke, alternating slow and fast to drive him mad.

Her breath ghosted across his ear, lips brushing the lobe as she whispered filth into him.

"Come on, baby... let her hear you moan. Even if she doesn’t know where it’s from..." Her voice was velvet, dripping heat. "She’s so wet for you. Look at her."

And he did.

Miss Silvia sat slumped against the table, thighs trembling, wand forgotten on the floor beside her shoe, her skirt bunched around her waist, her black silk panties soaked, clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin.

Her blouse was half-open now, one creamy breast spilling free from her bra, nipple hard, glistening with sweat, her face flushed, lips parted, breath hitching in the aftermath of her orgasm.

She clung to his shirt, rubbing her cheek against it like a lover’s embrace, a secret she wanted no one to find out.

Lor groaned, his cock throbbing in Kiara’s grip, his hips bucking helplessly into her feet.

Kiara giggled and pressed a kiss just behind his ear, her tongue flicking against his skin. "She’s in love with you, you know."

"I—I didn’t—fuck, I didn’t know—" he stammered, his voice breaking as his arousal spiked, his cock pulsing harder.

"You do now," Kiara purred, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper, her hands roaming—one circling his chest, teasing a nipple with a light pinch, the other gripping his thigh as she worked him between her feet, her soles slick and warm, stroking him with practiced ease.

"And it’s turning you on so much."

Lor’s whole body jerked as her feet pressed tighter around his cock, toes curling around the ridge of the head, milking him slowly, lovingly, like she knew every nerve and exactly how to ignite them.

"I can feel how close you are," she whispered, licking a stripe up to his jaw. "You’re throbbing. You wanna cum all over my feet, baby?"

He moaned, half-nod, half-sob, his hips bucking into her touch.