Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 94: After the strip

Kiara moved slow—no rush, no apology.

She knew what she was doing.

Her fingers toyed with the buttons, teasing, releasing them one by one like she was stripping down her defenses for him alone.

The blouse fell away, and she arched, tall, graceful, knowing her frame had him under a spell.

Her skirt unzipped with a practiced flick, and she wriggled her hips just enough to make him groan, the fabric sliding down her thighs like water.

The panties she wore were soaked—black lace clinging to her cunt, the damp patch center-stage, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She stepped out of them slow, a dancer’s grace in every movement.

Her pussy was bare, lips glistening, pink and aching, the wetness catching the light.

Her thighs trembled, barely, betraying nerves or need—or both.

When her bra came off, her breasts spilled free, heavy and proud, the nipples pink, swollen, begging to be sucked.

She stood naked before him, skin flushed, stomach rising and falling as if she were bracing for impact.

Lor didn’t speak.

He just dropped back on the bed, legs open, cock standing straight like it was demanding tribute.

He didn’t touch himself.

He let it throb there, slick at the tip, waiting.

Kiara climbed up, knees planted on either side of his face, her body taut like a drawn bow.

Her thighs hovered over his mouth, the scent of her cunt thick and heady, dripping heat.

She trembled—not with fear, but that frantic, feral anticipation of being seen, tasted, claimed.

Her hands gripped the headboard, white-knuckled, her body strung with tension.

Lor looked up between her legs, at her slick folds—glistening, flushed, pulsing with need.

Her scent hit him like a drug.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low, thumb brushing her thigh, anchoring her.

Kiara’s chest rose with a sharp breath.

Her eyes were wild.

Her voice cracked through the air like a whip. "Shut up and open your mouth."

He grinned, wolfish. "Bossy already."

Then he gripped her ass and pulled her down onto his face—gently, but without hesitation.

The first touch of his tongue made her gasp, her thighs clenching reflexively around his head, her body jolting as if struck by lightning.

Her hips bucked forward, sharp and instinctive, pressing her wetness against his lips, the taste of her flooding his mouth—sweet and tangy, her arousal coating his tongue.

Lor was patient, his hands sliding up her thighs, steadying her as he parted her folds with a slow, teasing lick, gliding through her slick heat without rushing.

Every flick and swirl was intentional—low, soft strokes building the fire at her core, his tongue tracing her entrance before dipping in shallowly, savoring her.

Kiara swore under her breath, her grip tightening on the headboard as she lowered herself further, grinding against his face, but he held her just enough to control the rhythm.

His tongue licking upward, slow and flat, then flicking her clit once—she shivered, a soft, helpless sound escaping her lips, her breasts bouncing lightly with the motion.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice husky, thighs quaking around him. "That... that feels..."

"Good?" he mumbled against her pussy, the vibration sending a jolt through her, making her gasp louder.

She didn’t answer, her body trembling as she shifted forward nervously, almost awkwardly, leaning down—her lips hovering over Lor’s hard cock.

It twitched beneath her gaze, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum that glistened in the light, the head flushed and begging.

She stared at it a moment, unsure, her breath hot against his skin, then wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers barely circling his girth.

She didn’t go deep.

Not yet.

She dragged her tongue along the underside like she was testing a new flavor, slow and exploratory, the salty taste of him filling her mouth as she sucked the head lightly between her lips, her tongue swirling tentatively.

Lor groaned into her pussy, the sound thrumming against her folds, his tongue working lower while the vibration rolled up through her clit, making her jolt.

She moaned in return, muffled around his cock, the reaction pulling a twitch from him as her tongue pressed firmer against the underside.

Her hips began to move, unthinking, grinding forward as his mouth found a rhythm—his tongue circling her clit in soft, relentless swirls, slick and precise, drinking her in like he meant to drown.

She gasped around his length, lips glossy with spit, pulling back just enough to breathe before sliding down again, her mouth warmer, hungrier now, stroking what she couldn’t swallow with slow pumps of her hand, her saliva sliding down his shaft in a wet trail.

Lor’s grip tightened on her ass, fingers digging in, spreading her open wide as he devoured her like she was his last fucking meal.

He angled his face up, letting his tongue plunge into her pussy while his lower lip and chin rubbed against her swollen clit, coaxing helpless cries from her throat as she shuddered above him, her thighs beginning to tremble harder, her breasts swaying with each rock of her body.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, pulling off his cock for a moment, her hand stroking faster now, slick with her spit. "That tongue—Lor, gods—"

"You’re sweet," he mumbled against her pussy, his voice muffled, tongue diving back in to lap at her entrance. "And soaked."

She moaned and dipped again, this time taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness, her moans buzzing along his shaft, shaky but determined, her hand twisting at the base as she sucked.

Their bodies rocked in rhythm—his tongue fucking her pussy, teasing her clit with flicks and sucks, drawing out her wetness in messy slurps.

Her mouth working him harder, lips sliding up and down, tongue swirling around the head, her free hand cupping his balls gently, squeezing as she bobbed.

Her moans grew less controlled, muffled around his cock, her hips grinding into his mouth, desperate for more, her pussy clenching around his tongue.

Lor’s fingers dug into her ass, pulling her down harder, his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking sharp and slow, his tongue circling relentlessly, and that was it.

Kiara’s moans grew wild, her body shaking above him, her thighs clenching tighter around his head.

"Lor—Lor—I’m gonna—fuck—" she gasped, pulling off his cock entirely, just moaning now, stroking him with both hands while her whole body shook, her pussy grinding down on his face as waves of pleasure built to a crest.

He sucked harder on her clit, tongue flicking fast, and she shattered—crying out loud and unfiltered, her pussy pulsing against his mouth as she came hard, juices flooding his tongue, her thighs quaking, body jolting forward as the orgasm ripped through her, raw and overwhelming.

Her moans echoed through the room, wild and raw, as she trembled, panting, collapsing forward to rest her cheek against his thigh, her breasts heaving against his stomach.

She didn’t speak for a moment, catching her breath, her hand still lazily stroking his cock, slick and throbbing in her grip.

Then, with a satisfied hum and messy grin, she looked down at him, her face flushed, eyes glazed with post-orgasm haze.

"Okay," she panted, voice husky, breathless.

"That was mind blowing."